Well they lead us from the ruin of fables,
And we drink ourselves right under the tables,
Push a needle into yesterday's papers,
And they tell us that they love us and hate us.
Well deliver us from feelings of hatred,
Cause they're going to kill us sooner or later,
Lead us from the ruin of fables,
As they're climbing up the towers of Babel.
La-la, la-la, la-la, you've got to get inside and feel love.
La-la, la-la, la-la, you've got to get inside and feel love.
Well they lead us from the ruin of fables,
See inside ourselves and what we are made of,
Well come along and stick on a label,
We'll do the dance of the mash potato.
Well they're kindest when they tell us they hate us,
Because we're super-fragilistically aimless,
Well they lead us from the ruin of fables,
She's the goddess of the city of angels.
La-la, la-la, la-la, you've got to get inside and feel love.
La-la, la-la, la-la, you've got to get inside and feel love.
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Well they lead us from the ruin of fables, And we drink ourselves right under the tables, Push a needle into yesterday's papers, And they tell us that they love us and hate us. Well deliver us from feelings of hatred, Cause they're going to kill us sooner or later, Lead us from the ruin of fables, As they're climbing up the towers of Babel.
La-la, la-la, la-la, you've got to get inside and feel love. La-la, la-la, la-la, you've got to get inside and feel love.
Well they lead us from the ruin of fables, See inside ourselves and what we are made of, Well come along and stick on a label, We'll do the dance of the mash potato. Well they're kindest when they tell us they hate us, Because we're super-fragilistically aimless, Well they lead us from the ruin of fables, She's the goddess of the city of angels.
La-la, la-la, la-la, you've got to get inside and feel love. La-la, la-la, la-la, you've got to get inside and feel love. ...