| Don’t get me started on politicians
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| And the lies they spread
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| Don’t even mention sex and religion
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| And who they take to bed
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| But if you see me running down the street
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| Know where I’m running to
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| I’m tired of honesty being denied us
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| I’m coming looking for you
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| Don’t hold me down, I’m on my way
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| And nothing’s gonna turn me round
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| Don’t turn around, give it to me straight
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| I’m on my way and nothing’s gonna shake me
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| I’ll hold my ground
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| Wild horses won’t make me
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| Don’t get me started on information
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| Magazines and T. V
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| There’s one man under his big umbrella
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| While it’s raining on you and me
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| Everyday it’s getting harder to judge
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| Fiction from fact
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| I’m tired of truth being denied me
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| It’s mine and I want it back
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| Business as usual in our pressure steamer
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| Where reality slips from view
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| They say that we can’t take it
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| I think I can, can you?
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| Don’t get me started on blood and thunder
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| With people flying blind
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| Not caring what or who they take with them
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| Or what they leave behind
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| It’s one mans god against another
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| While the river of tears roll by
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| The things they do in the name of their father
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| Can someone tell me why |