| Well it’s nighttime and the long cars
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| Are arriving at the door,
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| The general is having another party,
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| With a congressman or three
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| And some guys you never see outside the bank.
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| There’s a laughing clink of glasses
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| And a polished click of boots
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| And bitter talk of a country
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| With a weakness in its roots.
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| And it’s nighttime for the generals
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| And the boys at the C.I.A.
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| Power gone mad in the darkness
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| Thinking they’re God on a good day
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| They giveth, they taketh
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| But they like to take it away.
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| «Well the fools don’t know the difference
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| It’s for their own good,» they said.
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| And they shot blind Lady Liberty
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| In the back of her head.
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| And it’s nighttime for the generals
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| And the boys at the C.I.A.
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| Power gone mad in the darkness
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| Thinking they’re God on a good day
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| They giveth, they taketh
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| But they like to take it away.
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| They giveth, they taketh,
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| Nighttime, nighttime, nighttime. |