| I was told not long ago that I can’t talk the way I do
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| Singers shouldn’t share their current affairs or worldly views
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| Sayin' somethin' off the wall just might bend folks outta shape
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| Hard workin' people spend their paychecks to show up and escape
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| So put a plug in what you think
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| Man, shut up and sing
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| So I pulled out my guitar and I gave it a strum
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| And I thought about the way I’d lay it out there if one
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| Lone song was all I had to make it all make half sense
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| To put some heart back on the forefront, collective consciousness
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| Can’t be dead as my six strings
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| I wondered, what would I shut up and sing? |
| Then it hit me
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| Shut up and sing, «Lord have mrcy on all us earthly fools»
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| There’s poison in our rhtoric and bullets in our schools
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| So I’ll sing, «What the hell is going on around here?»
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| Let’s take these blinders off our eyes and pull the cotton from our ears
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| Until somebody says somethin' that means somethin', I’ll
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| Shut up and sing
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| Sometimes sayin' nothin' says it all and then some more
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| Conjecture causes bull and fuels unnecessary wars
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| Poets know hiding the truth somewhere between the lines somehow
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| Makes it seem worth more for those looking to find
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| Some answers to the troubles this life brings
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| Shut up and sing
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| Shut up and sing, «Lord forgive us for we know not what we do»
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| They’re shouting from the mountains down to south border towns too
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| Shut up and sing, «What the hell is going on around here?»
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| Let’s take these blinders off our eyes and pull the cotton from our ears
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| Till somebody says somethin' that means something, I’ll
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| Shut up and sing
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| Songs got ways of going places folks have never been
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| From one side of the world round and round and back again
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| Universal unity ain’t realistic, no, oh
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| But who says we can’t hum one for the hell of it all?
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| You never know how true a melody might ring till
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| You shut up and sing |