| No one knows my politics like the postman, he brings me the radical rag
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| I bet the neighbours are wondering what i got in this bag
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| They say the city virus broke its borders once again, fell down the lane,
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| packed up and ran
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| Where the doors all lock at nine, every creek is like cannonfire
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| There’s an old crooked man in an old crooked house he says i don’t open up on
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| all saints eve
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| Ya never know what devil might be waiting there to steal your tv
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| As he sits there watching a story about another robbery, he turns on a light to
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| stave off thieves
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| Where the doors all lock at nine, every creek is like cannonfire
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| The world is sick i think its dying, i watch it go through these dusty blinds
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| Alive in these houses locked inside there’s blood on the door and candlelight
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| Night close your eyes and wish it bye call up the police to sing their lullabies
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| Late our hero John Wayne put guns in our living rooms gates round our names
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| give us a face to join up and hate keep tiny town pure and sane
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| Behind these bolts there’s a brewing revolt and it rusts in every one of us
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| So put a yellow ribbon on your exterminator and head westward across the tracks
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| I got a dream where we all say see you later and never say we’ll come back
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| I’m looking out the window down on citizens drive where all the elders are
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| terrified, will that be you and i? |