| Another beautiful morning under stars and bars
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| And F series pickups and rusted out cars
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| And they’re eating breakfast at the strip bar
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| Just to have a peek…
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| And the beer soaked angels spread their wings
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| And dream of twenties and diamonds and things
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| And somehow that might ease the sting
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| Of the company they keep
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| Yeah…
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| And the vets still talk about the Tet offensive
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| And the freshmen boys all look so pensive
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| Because living large is so expensive
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| Hope daddy fueled the jet…
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| And we’ll all fly out to the Hard Rock casino
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| And we’ll put on our neatly pressed and fine chinos
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| And we’ll laugh at the guy in the El Camino
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| Is that the only car he could get?
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| It’s a beautiful life
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| It’s just as advertised
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| It’s all for one low price
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| Just read the fine print, and you’ll be content
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| With your beautiful life
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| And record smoothies say «What a sound»
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| You’re the greatest thing we’ve found
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| But you’re gonna have to lose a few pounds
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| We’re gonna put you on TV
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| And don’t think our place is so swank
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| Don’t worry about that guy, he’s high on crank
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| That’s exactly why his last record tanked
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| And let that be a lesson to me
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| And all our churches glow
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| Communion wafers trash TV shows
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| Say «Hey, at least you don’t have this strife»
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| 'Cause you’ll be warm and safe
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| In your beautiful life
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| Yeah…
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| And it’s hard to tell what’s true compassion
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| When it’s dresse$ up in hair and nails and fashion
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| And the tabloids all rush to cash in on what we should believe
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| And I hope I never see the day
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| When there’s nothing left on the planet left to save
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| And oxygen is the designer crusade
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| As we all fight to breathe… |