| We’ve got a different kind of murder out here
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| The man on my TV said
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| A random kind of feeling starts to fill the air
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| And we’re left here to count the dead
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| The next channel over
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| Some ladies were talking
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| From the Committee of Oh My God
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| A woman stood up
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| Started screaming about Satan
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| The audience roared with applause
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| And a pollyanna shouted
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| A pollyanna cried
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| A pollyanna leapt up
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| With that sorrow in her eyes
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| We’ve got liberty lies and refugees
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| Big brass bands and amputees
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| But there’s hope for the hopeless
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| If there’s hope for me
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| 'cause baby I’ve been crawling
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| I been crawling
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| Liberty, lies and refugees
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| And trembling hands and shaky knees
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| But there’s homes for the homeless
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| If there’s a home for me
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| 'cause baby I been crawling
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| On the cable news network
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| A fireman sobs
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| Tears make tracks through the ash
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| I look out my window
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| To see if I’m being robbed
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| See an overcoat ploughing through the trash
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| We got Kentucky Fried Chicken
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| We got an empty soup can
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| We got noodles and rice from the cafe
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| A man selling god
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| Appears quoting scriptures
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| The same way he does everyday
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| We got pollyanna shouting
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| And pollyanna cries
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| We got pollyannas leaping
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| With that sorrow in their eyes
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| We’ve got liberty lies and refugees
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| And big brass bands and amputees
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| But there’s hope for the hopeless
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| If there’s hope for me
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| 'cause baby I’ve been crawling
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| Liberty, lies and refugees
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| And trembling hands and shaky knees
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| But there’s homes for the homeless
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| If there’s a home for me
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| 'cause baby I been crawling
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| It’s like I’m walking through rome
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| Tenements all torn apart
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| Instead of Nero
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| We got Madonna
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| She’s fiddling with herself
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| Phrases and faces keep coming on through
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| Put 'em on a microscope try to see 'em through
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| Spin 'em round this way and spin 'em round that
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| But there’s birds in the air with long claws |