| Well I’m about to get sick
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| From watchin' my TV
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| Been checkin' out the news
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| Till my eyeballs fail to see
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| I mean to say that every day
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| Is just another rotten mess
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| And when it’s gonna change, my friend
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| Is anybody’s guess, so I’m
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| Watchin' and I’m waitin'
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| Hopin' for the best
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| Even think I’ll go to prayin'
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| Every time I hear 'em sayin'
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| There’s no way to delay
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| That trouble comin' every day
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| No way to delay the trouble
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| Comin' every day
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| Wednesday I watched the riot
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| Seen the cops out on the street
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| Watched 'em throwin' rocks & stuff & chokin'
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| In the heat
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| Listen to reports
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| About the whisky passin' 'round
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| Seen the smoke & fire
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| And the market burnin' down
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| Watched while everybody
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| On his street would take a turn
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| To stomp & smash & bash & crash & slash &
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| Bust & burn
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| And I’m
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| Watchin' and I’m waitin'
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| Hopin' for the best
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| Even think I’ll go to prayin'
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| Every time I hear 'em sayin' that there’s
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| No way to delay
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| That trouble comin' every day
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| No way to delay
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| That trouble comin' every day |