| Lifting in the front yard
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| Takin in the sun and steel
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| Growing all our own chard
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| Only one god can make me kneel
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| Sliding down the church stair handrail singing enya
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| As the incense wafts the tenor
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| Hits a sour note and stops
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| Think somebody called the cops
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| Oh oh oh it’s a revolushow
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| Oh let’s go to the revolushow
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| Walking in the mean streets
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| Tearing all the store fronts down
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| Save a seat in the front row
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| I missed it last it came to town
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| Glamping in the lamplight clampdown coming
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| Darwin walking on the ocean bottom upstream the disinfo
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| Slam the Overton window
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| Oh oh oh it’s a revolushow
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| Oh let’s go to the revolushow
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| Oh oh oh it’s a revolushow
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| Oh let’s go to the revolushow
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| What they fear most and by they I mean the face holes
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| Is a united front of the underclass a black white
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| And brown bomb blast the effect of which would be material
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| Not ethereal
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| Glamping in the lamplight clampdown coming
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| Darwin walking on the ocean bottom upstream the real info
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| Move the Overton window
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| Oh oh oh it’s a revolushow
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| Oh let’s go to the revolushow
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| Oh oh oh it’s a revolushow
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| Oh let’s go to the revolushow |