| Oh, daddy no, don’t you know there’s a hole
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| Oh, seven stories down, kind of like a hidden town
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| There they all wait for your words, for your hate
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| Oh, to tell them what’s to be done, kind of like a loaded gun
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| Last dance tango, ah-ah
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| Sure as the fox, let the ginger man ride on his back
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| Don Juan tango, ah-ah
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| Who’s gonna stop the playground bully and the atom attack
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| Grabbing OPP, in bed with the G.O.P
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| The pale moth, NRA, NFL, we won’t tell
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| All of this we feared, the politician and the mirror
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| New shock and awe, Johnny Law sign your name right here
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| Last dance tango, ah-ah
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| Sure as the fox, let the ginger man ride on his back
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| Don Juan tango, ah-ah
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| We live in a land where all you need is money and not to be black
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| Oh, not to be black
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| Little boy, fat man
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| Bock’s car, over the foreign land
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| All is not fine
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| Dark days, black haze
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| There he goes, bombs away
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| Not once but twice
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| Can you see all their eyes
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| After all these years
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| Since 8/6 and 9
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| And in this country we are armed to the teeth
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| With automatic rifles with a clip a hundred rounds deep
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| And it’s a screwed up world, when her mistake was being a girl
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| And we watch the rising sea and we sing and take a knee
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| Last dance tango, ah-ah
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| Sure as the fox, let the ginger man ride on his back
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| Don Juan tango, ah-ah
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| We live in a land where God is money, it’s the rocket man and the maniac
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| Last dance tango, ah-ah
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| Sure as the fox let the ginger man ride on his back
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| Stay tuned in your cocoon 'cause this system will not last |