| World without sound
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| Can’t you keep the noise down
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| 'Else you gonna make the baby cry
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| Over split blood
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| Heavens anyone would
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| Think you had an axe to grind
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| Baby look out here come the Romans
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| With their steely gaze they’re climbing on your sofa
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| Cheap veneers and a swinging brick for a heart
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| Forked tongues same song we’re tired and we wanna go
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| Home
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| Hide the swag bag
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| Quick before the tongues wag
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| Cross your heart and claim a noble cause
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| Quote the scriptures
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| Paint your pretty pictures
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| Fleece them with your filthy paws
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| Baby look out here come the Romans
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| With their steely gaze they’re climbing on your sofa
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| Cheap veneers and a swinging brick for a heart
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| Forked tongues same song we’re tired and we wanna go
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| Home
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| Bad news spread fast and they’re spreading
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| They’re spreading like a chip pan fire
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| We must confess
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| We ain’t progressed
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| Since Elvis has left the building a mess
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| World without sound
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| Can’t you keep the noise down
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| 'Else you gonna make the baby cry
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| Over split blood
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| Heavens anyone would
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| Think you had an axe to grind
|
| Baby look out here come the Romans
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| With their steely gaze they’re climbing on your sofa
|
| Cheap veneers and a swinging brick for a heart
|
| Forked tongues same song we’re tired and we wanna go
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| Home |