[Verse 1:] [bad word] on,
 Checking out the office girls on a Friday afternoon
 Well she’s got the shape I need for the mine to break too soon
 It’s all dead moons and chicken bones
 And child don’t you fear
 You’ll be singing in a higher purpose
 Now your super nature’s clear
 Yeah, it [bad word] near

 [bad word] ]
 Well I swear I did you baby
 Back in 49 in vain
 When the devil lost the big war
 But he figured out a way
 Now I watch and make the [bad word]  And in dollars due thus die
 And I praise the day the duke of [bad word] back
 [bad word] back
 [bad word] back

 [Verse 2:]
 My old pal [bad word] rode too close to the sun
 And folks tend to get off sand
 When they see how the job gets done
 Now close your eyes, and pay no mind to the circles round your head
 The answer to those questions
 Is right here in my own bed
 Yeah, oh
 In my own bed
 Hit it

 [bad word] ]
 Well I swear I did you baby
 Back in 49 in vain
 When the master lost the big one
 But he figured out a way
 Now I watch and make the [bad word]  And in dollars due thus die
 And I praise the day the duke of [bad word] back
 [bad word] back now
 Yeah