| The hero in the big white house
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| Shakes his head and moans about
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| The misery of his fellow man
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| Just as though he really cared
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| While the hand he holds behind his back
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| Conceals the truth from those he is deceivin'
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| The camera rolls another reel
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| While the robots on the hill
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| Are dashing madly to and fro
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| Smiling at the status quo
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| While in the secret, smoke-filled rooms
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| They sell the very air that you are breathing
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| When it’s payback time
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| And you take that final ride
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| When there is no place to run to
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| And there ain’t no place to hide
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| The supreme court of the universe
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| Where justice is not blind
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| And no prisoners will be taken
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| When it’s payback time
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| Another day, another knife
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| Another precious unborn life
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| Will never see the light of day
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| Will never run or jump or play
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| It’s just another sacrifice
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| To that greenback god of choice you are serving
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| Their blood cries out to be avenged
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| And someday you will cower and cringe
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| Where the books don’t lie and the judge don’t deal
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| No high-priced lawyers to appeal
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| Where the verdict is eternal
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| And you can’t escape the verdict you’re deserving
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| When it’s payback time and heaven rules supreme
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| When your gold and silver’s worthless
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| And you stand before the King
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| When your nightmares are reality
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| And there is no exit sign
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| And it’s too late for repentance
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| When it’s payback time
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| The sun comes up the pendulum swings
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| And each new frightening morning brings
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| The children’s cries, the cannon roar
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| More loudly than the day before
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| The wax of time is drippin' down
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| From both ends of that candle burning brightly
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| A mighty shout, a trumpet blast
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| When the last is first and the first is last
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| The world is hushed and time stands still
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| And the final chapter is fulfilled
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| The sky will part each knee will bow
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| To greet the awesome hour of His returning
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| When it’s payback time
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| And the sheep are gathered in
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| When the roll is called up yonder
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| And eternity begins
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| When the wedding supper’s ready
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| And the faithful called to dine
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| Who’ll be sitting at the table
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| When it’s payback time
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| Payback time |