| Well it used to be so peaceful
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| Used to be so serene
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| Well if it wasn’t for us
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| It would still be pristine
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| There are fires a’burning down on empty camps
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| All of these tricksters and hucksters and scamps
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| Well these days I got my hands full
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| Trying to find out what’s real
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| Well a bunch of hungry eyes will turn you into a meal
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| Beware that smiling face beneath that old street lamp
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| He’s with those tricksters and hucksters and scamps
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| He cut a hole in the bucket
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| Watched that water funnel down
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| Said if I’m gonna be a hero gonna have to make a mess out of this town
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| Well he waited for a while so everything had turned to rust
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| Well he slept next to a pistol said in Christ I my trust
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| Well then he stole that election put his face on every stamp
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| In his council were tricksters, hucksters and scamps
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| He been fighting for some years now
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| It was his turn to survive
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| Well they offered him a fortune in the 5th he’d take a dive
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| Well the crowd went home happy the nation’s faith lives with the champ
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| In his corner are tricksters, hucksters and scamps
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| All of his sponsors are tricksters, hucksters and scamps |