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Invent some stories that start to craze Well how else are we going to fill our days? Conspiracies that cut so close and skin Let's start a club and don't let anyone in The free masons, the free mason With the devil to pay They'll get you one day The skull and bones are breaking our homes Well somehow I don't think so, oh oh oh I'm not suggesting the world is all fair The back scratching and the greed is still there I won't insinuate that it's not a crime The whacky feelings are a waste of your time The free masons, the free mason With the devil to pay They'll get you one day The skull and bones are breaking our homes Well somehow I don't think so Well there's plenty more important things to fret about Like how are we supposed to sort this whole mess out? Ah you've got a lot of money and you're so well schooled So why'd you want to waste it on this cock and bull? Ah ah ahh... The space invaders are hot on your heels Busy producing pretty patterns and feels Well they're still chasing the man on the moon Well don't think cause you think too soon The free masons, the free mason With the devil to pay They'll get you one day The skull and bones are breaking our homes Well somehow I don't think so The free masons, the free mason With the devil to pay They'll get you one day The skull and bones are breaking our homes Well somehow I don't think so Somehow I don't think so, oh oh |