| Everybody doing it
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| Doing it real good
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| Everybody knowing it
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| Like they know they should
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| Shiny sabres rattling
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| Long into the night
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| And everybody saying it
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| Saying what they like
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| There are words there to inspire you
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| There are words there to be heard
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| Maybe none of them will fire you
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| But none the less they will make you listen by force
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| Everybody shouting it
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| From every place on high
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| Everybody loving it
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| Loving what they find
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| There’s blood upon each handshake
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| Lies upon each word
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| And everybody killing it
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| Killing off what’s good
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| There are holes in the divisions
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| Between the haves and who have nots
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| There’s a bomb for every city
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| Now they don’t know where to stop
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| And they say there’s no provisions
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| There’s not enough to go round
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| But when it comes to the gun there’s a bullet for everyone
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| When it comes to the gun there’s a bullet for everyone
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| Everybody wanting it
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| Wanting it to stop
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| The chaos and destruction
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| The bloodshed on the rocks
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| The pain and deprivation
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| The losses and the grief
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| The tired, worn out promises
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| Of the politicians' brief
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| There are holes in the divisions
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| Between the haves and who have nots
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| There’s a bomb for every city
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| And they don’t know how to stop
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| And they say there’s no provisions
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| There’s not enough to go round
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| But when it comes to the gun there’s a bullet for everyone
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| When it comes to the gun there’s a bullet for everyone
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| When it comes to the gun there’s a bullet for everyone |