| Mideast vacation
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| I used to watch «highway patrol»
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| Whittlin with my knife
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| But the thought never struck me Id be black and white for life
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| I was raised on law and order
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| I a community of strife
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| Became a restless boarder
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| And I never took a wife.
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| I went lookin for khaddafi
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| Aboard air force one
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| But I never did find him
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| And the c.i.a. |
| said son,
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| Youll never be a hero
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| Your flyin days are done
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| Its time for you to go home now
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| Stop sniffin that smokin gun.
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| I was travellin with my family
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| In the mideast late one night
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| In the hotel all was quiet
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| The kids were out like little lights
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| Then the street was filled with jeeps
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| There was an explosion to the right
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| They chanted «death to america»
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| I was feelin like a fight.
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| So I ran downstairs
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| And out into the street
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| Someone kicked me in the belly
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| Someone else kissed my feet
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| I was rambo in the disco
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| I was shootin to the beat
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| When they burned me in effigy
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| My vacation was complete. |