| Of all things malign,
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| An accident on the assembly line today
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| Cut him to the bone,
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| «But what can you expect from clumsy 8-year-olds?"I'm told.
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| Look outside the window.
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| See the growing crowd
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| Of kids with missing arms and feet?
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| Nothing to eat?
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| What cold heartless beast
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| Can sit and have his feast every night,
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| While their plight’s always in his sight?
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| Robber Baron in the tower,
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| Counting all his gold.
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| You know while he goes unchecked
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| And stays in power,
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| He’s never gonna let,
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| He’s never gonna let,
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| He’s never gonna let us go!
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| Marching in the streets,
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| The mighty hammer of the Baron’s own police.
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| With their flags and guns,
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| And guns and drums and boots,
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| And blood red banners, dogs and guns.
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| Black-shirts pound the pavement,
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| With their bold insignias of wolves,
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| And bats and snakes,
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| And birds of prey.
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| Filling us with fear.
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| Our hearts are full of tears.
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| Who so vain, for his gain,
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| Causes so much pain?
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| Robber Baron in the castle,
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| Basking in his greed.
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| You know while he breaks no sweat,
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| And gets no hassle,
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| He’s never gonna let,
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| He’s never gonna let,
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| He’s never gonna let us free!
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| Robber Baron in the tower,
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| Counting all his gold.
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| You know while he goes unchecked,
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| And stays in power,
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| He’s never gonna let,
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| He’s never gonna let,
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| What do you want?
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| (FREEDOM!)
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| When do you want it?
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| (NOW!)
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| Only we can make us free. |