You can get than to recognize,
In a general sense that no one knows,
Anything they prophesize,
About anything, except insofar as,
Most everyone else agrees,
('Cause from religion to camshafts,
There always bubbles up a Heracles,
Who's strength and valor overwhelm all,
Showing exactly where the sun shines from.)
Suffice to say, there's nothing sacred,
Free from all skepticism.
And it's alright,
You don't have to believe me.
That's the beauty of the situation we're in,
You can believe anything.
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