I'm a dog just sittin' at the window
Barking at whoever shows up first
Lick a finger, hold it up to feel the airflow
Other hand fist, grippin' on that word
Religions are subscriptions you can cancel
Trial by fire but at least it's free
Not a cult, just a wkeeend in a castle
Phone's off, shaved head, silent retreat
And then we'll be free
And I'm goin' to Chicago
I've read about the Bean
I'm goin' where the wind blows
I know you've heard it before
It's different now, I swear
I kow I'll find that piece of me
That's waitin' for me there in Chicago

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