| They talked to the sister, the father and the mother
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| With a microphone in one hand and a checkbook in the other
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| And the camera noses in to the tears on her face
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| The tears on her face
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| The tears on her face
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| You can put them back together with your paper and paste
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| Stick out your tongue
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| Drink down the venom
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| She sleeps with the shirt of a late, great country singer
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| Stretched out upon her poor jealous husband’s pillow
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| In time you can turn these obsessions into careers
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| While the parents of those kidnapped children start the bidding for their tears
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| What would you say? |
| What would you do?
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| Children and animals two by two
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| Give me the needle, give me the rope
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| We’re gonna melt them down for pills and soap
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| Four and twenty crowbars, jemmy your desire
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| Out of the frying pan, into the fire
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| The king is in the counting house
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| Some folk have all the might
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| And majesty will run on Bombay gin and German spite
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| They come from lovely people
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| (They come from lovely people)
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| With a hard line in hypocrisy
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| There are tears of mediocrity
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| For the fag ends of the aristocracy
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| What would you say? |
| What would you do?
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| Children and animals two by two
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| Give me the needle, give me the rope
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| We’re gonna melt them down for pills and soap
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| Stick out your tongue
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| Stick out your tongue
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| Drink down the venom
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| The sugar-coated pill is getting bitterer still
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| You think your country needs you but you know it never will
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| So pack up your troubles in a stolen handbag
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| Don’t dilly dally boys, rally 'round the flag
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| Give us our daily bread in individual slices
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| And something in the daily rag to cancel any crisis
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| What would you say? |
| What would you do?
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| Children and animals two by two
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| Give me the needle
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| We’re gonna melt them down, stick out your tongue
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| Now if you’d only genuflect
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| Stick out your tongue
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| Now if you’d only genuflect
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| Stick out your tongue |