She picked a good time to quit smoking
Yeah, she thought she had it made
Made to pass the buck, but first she sparked one up
Flashing her Zippo like a blade
She left a protest in the city
With a conscience clear as glass
Absolution in a clear solution
Like a pickle in a jar
Singing, “Charity, charity, charity, charity
Charity begins at home
Charity, charity, charity, charity
Charity begins at home”
I rode on into the hinterland
I passed a rider following a lamb
And he waved at me, he said, “Come and see
The bodies sun-baking on the sand”
And oh, that sound you’re hearing
Coming from them locust trees
Deep down in a darkened clearing
A stranger’s scheming against you and me
Singing, “Charity, charity, charity, charity
Charity begins at home
Charity, charity, charity, charity
Charity begins at home
Charity, charity, charity, charity
Charity begins at home
Charity, charity, charity, charity
Charity begins at home”
If you’re wondering where it
Where it all went wrong
If you’re wondering, come and see
If you’re wondering where it
Where it all went wrong
Come and see
And then the moon turned red and waned away
Stars fell from the sky
Treetops crash and firestorms raged
Ash clouds burned our eyes
Singing, “Charity begins at home
Charity begins at home
Charity begins at home”
If you’re wondering where it
Where it all went wrong
If you’re wondering come and see
If you’re wondering where it
Where it all went wrong
Come and see
If you’re wondering where it
Where it all went wrong
If you’re wondering, come and see
If you’re wondering where it
Where it all went wrong
Come and see
If you’re wondering where it
Where it all went wrong
If you’re wondering where it
Where it all went wrong
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