All the words the preacher preaches,
They ain’t all wrong, you know.
The scientist and the spiritualist,
They’re both just part of the... same ol’ show.
They both just look up at the same ol’ sky,
They both just keep on wond’rin’, “Why?”
They both see the same ol’ stars and moon,
And they both have their lunch at noon...
All the words the scientist says,
They ain’t all wrong, you know.
The scientist and the spiritualist,
They’re both just part of the... same ol’ show.
They both live on the same ol’ Earth.
They both were curious since their births.
They both see the same ol’ waters and lands.
They both realise in the grand scheme, we’re ants.
They both wonder the same things, you know.
They both feel like they’re wand’rin’ home
Without a map, or a compass, too.
They’re both wond’rin’, “What am I to do..?”
All the words the preacher preaches,
And all t
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