| Genocidal tendencies are silly to extreme
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| After all youre still quite small you dont know where youve been
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| You was only swearing yesterday
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| Oh you want to win the world away
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| But now you got nothing to say-ay-ay
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| Boy youre getting out of hand
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| Youve got to make a stand
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| So put the coke away
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| Boy you got the do the show
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| Got to let the people know
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| You got the strength to stay
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| I can see you run
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| I can see you hide
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| Oh your heart is aching
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| Lost in a dream of what might have been
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| Youre the guide
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| Youre the number one
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| And your knees are shaking
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| Stand and deliver in an endless dream
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| Schizophrenic, photogenic, aggravates me so Only yes-men
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| Have a guess man
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| Watch the spirit go Batman zips the monster as he bleeds
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| And gets up on the buzz he needs
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| And a kid on the street just reads
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| And reads and reads and reads
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| And reads and reads and reads
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| Boy its them hard case city blues
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| Cagney is the news
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| Does the giant ring a bell
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| Boy its the hudson east river cruise
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| Its the empire state buffoons
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| Oh you know the story well
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| Do you have to run
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| Do you have to hide
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| Theres a new tomorrow
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| Yes youre a mess
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| But youre more than less
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| When this battles won
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| You can look inside
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| Oh you did not borrow
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| Yes youre the best
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| But you still cant rest
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| You know you know
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| The carnival is closed
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| Your streets alive with ghosts
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| But a friend says dont look back
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| Dont look back dont look round
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| Your vision is your fate
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| Through long electric nights
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| When a woman helps you write
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| Na na na
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| Na na na
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| Na Na na na Na na na Cheer up mate put the dramas in the past
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| See you did not have to fast
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| Euphemism lasts and lasts and lasts
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| And lasts and lasts and lasts
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| And lasts and lasts
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| Boy if youve got an axe to grind
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| Be thankful for this time
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| For it gives you what you need
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| Boy youve got an eighty-eight to play
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| Itll tell you what to say
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| Itll tell you when to breathe
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| Boy take a turnpike heading west
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| Turn the people on to beau geste
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| Cause thats what you did the best
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| Boy play the pipes till theyre old and worn
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| Sing the words till they fall forlorn
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| Like the pieces of a jigsaw jet
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| Boy dont let the earth get in your face
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| Its a middle-aged displace
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| Its the middle ages snide
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| Boy were a million miles away
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| And to think its so insane
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| Take a chance on a one way ride
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| Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your mind
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| Oh these people aint your kind
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| No they aint your kind at all
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| Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your brain
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| No these people aint the same
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| You can hear another call
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| Boy the starts with
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| They dont show us how to grow
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| They only show us how to win
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| Boy the secrets in the bicycle shed
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| Aint no answers now theyre dead
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| To seek is a mortal sin
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| Hey you know boy let your madness be the clue |