Made a livin' being a false prophesier
Sent a holy hitman to destroy him
Around the corner was a hit man
You have to know before you go; you have to go you have to know.
Don't be dumb open your eyes; even your donkey knows your lies
Don't be dumb open your eyes; even your donkey knows your lies
They donkey saw the hitman and started to split
So Balaam got a stick and the donkey got hit
The donkey was blessed and he started talking
So Balaam got off and started to walk
And so the story comes to an end
And on our king, you can depend.
You have to know before you go; you have to go you have to know.
Don't be dumb open your eyes; even your donkey knows your lies
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