| I go to church on Sunday morning
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| Come home and beat my wife
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| My name is Joe, and you know me
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| I’ve lived here all of my (damn) life
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| What a life
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| I’ve got this pain I cannot speak of
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| I’m not so bad as people say
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| Got two kids who look like angels
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| But sometimes
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| Sometimes I wish they’d fly away
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| Life is good, you know we’re lucky
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| Living in the U.S.A.
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| We’ve got everything we ever dreamed of Darling, I don’t know why
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| I don’t know why I act this way
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| My next-door neighbor’s got a problem
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| He works (so) hard, it don’t seem fair
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| His wife’s a teacher at the grade school
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| And we’ve been having this affair
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| I’ve been a son, I’ve been a soldier
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| I’ve thrown the football in the rain
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| The blood of murderers and millionaires is pounding
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| Pounding, pounding through my veins
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| But life is good, you know we’re lucky
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| Living in the U.S. of A.
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| And we got everything we ever dreamed of Baby, I don’t know why
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| I don’t know why I act this way
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| Kennedy was in the White House
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| We were children in the sun
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| Smoking candy cigarettes
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| Cowboys and Indians with toy guns
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| Some nights I go down to the basement
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| With thoughts I do not understand
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| A Purple Heart and a loaded pistol, and I just hold 'em
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| Hold 'em in my hands
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| Life is good, you know we’re lucky
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| 'Cause baby, this is the U.S.A.
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| And we got everything we ever dreamed of Darling, I don’t know why
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| No, I don’t know why I act this way
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| I don’t know why I act this way
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| No, I don’t know why I act this way |