Dan Barker feat. Susan Hofer somewhere over the paper moon

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(Dan and Susan)
Somewhere over the paper moon
There sails a lyrical ship
Made of irreverant memories
Of a songwriter known as Yip
Spoken by Dan: Lead Kindly Light
(Susan)
Where Bishop Patrick crossed the street
An X now marks the spot
The light of God was with him
But the traffic light was not
Spoken by Dan: A nose is a nose is a nose
(Susan)
Mother, mother tell me
Mother, mother tell me please
(Dan and Susan)
Did God who made the flowers and trees
(Susan)
Also provide the allergies
Spoken by Dan: Federal Reserve
In nineteen hundred and twenty-nine
When the banks went bust
(Susan)
In '29 when the banks went bust
Our coins still read In God We Trust
Spoken by Dan: Three bolts, no strikes
(Susan)
When lightening struck the steeple of the church of San José
It barely missed the brothel
That was just across the way
Spoken by Dan: Realist
For what we are about to receive
Oh Lord, 'tis thee we thank
(Susan)
Said the cannibal as he cut a slice
Of the missionary's shank
Spoken by Dan: Less Majest
(Susan)
Doesn't even matter
How high or great the throne
No matter how high or great the throne
What sits on it is the same as your own
Spoken by Dan: Small comforts
(Susan)
Before I was born I seemed to be contented with being non-be-able
So after I'm gone it seems to me
My lot should be not less agreeable
Spoken by Dan: The man who has everything
(Susan)
For a halo up in Heaven
I have never been too keen
Who needs another gadget
That a fellow has to clean?
Spoken by Dan: Strike Three
(Susan)
A broken clock can tell the time correctly twice a day
Astrologers, like broken clocks
Are clairvoyant that way
Spoken by Dan: Agnostic
No matter how much I probe and prod
I cannot quite believe in God
(Susan)
But oh I hope to God that he
Unswervingly believes in me
Spoken by Dan: Atheist
(Susan)
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree
And only God who makes the tree
Also makes the fools like me
But only fools like me, you see
Can make a God who makes a tree
(Dan and Susan)
Somewhere over the paper moon
There sails a lyrical ship
Made of irreverant memories
Of a songwriter known as Yip

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