| There’s a man walking round the island with a snake cane
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| He picked it up in Thailand from a hurricane
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| And you know he’s not gonna go there
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| He’s been one time too long
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| Now all the gods are gone (Though the game is gone)
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| The younger boys are drowning in a shallow sea
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| The night belongs to snipers in palm trees
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| And their sabres flashed like lightning
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| In the charge of the last brigade
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| They must have been afraid
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| Soldiers have their sorrow
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| The wretched have their rage
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| Pray for the aged it’s the dawn of another age
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| Of another age
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| Of another age
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| Of another age
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| The blood running down the blackboard on a blank (?) screen (in a thin stream?)
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| The convicts shake their cages of a bad dream
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| And they’ll coach you in the classroom that it cannot happen here
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| But it has happened here
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| I remember nothing that I memorized (The cockroach cops are crawling on a
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| battle ground)
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| I got my education from a black eye (The shields are in the shadows,
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| it’s a college town)
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| And they’ll teach you law and order
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| If you dare to raise your hand
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| Spare the glove and spoil the man
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| Soldiers have their sorrow
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| The wretched have their rage
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| Pray for the aged
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| It’s the dawn of another age
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| Of another age
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| Of another age
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| Thomas Paine and Jesse James are old friends |