| The call to arms was never true
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| Time to imbibe, here’s to you
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| I’ll tell you stories bruised and blue
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| Of drum machines and landslides
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| Just one more round before we’re through
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| More psychedelic yuppie flu
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| It’s such a silly thing to do
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| And now we’re stuck on rewind
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| Let’s follow the cops back home
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| Follow the cops back home
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| Let’s follow the cops back home
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| And rob their houses
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| The call to arms was never true
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| Let’s take a ride and push it through
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| Suspended animation glue
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| And blame it on apartheid
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| Let’s spend the night in Jimmy Choo’s
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| I’ll give you coats and cheap shampoo
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| I’ll give you nothing else to do
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| And now we’re stuck on rewind
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| Let’s follow the cops back home
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| Follow the cops back home
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| Let’s follow the cops back home
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| And rob their houses
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| Let’s follow the cops back home
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| Follow the cops back home
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| Let’s follow the cops back home
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| And rob their houses
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| The call to arms was never true
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| I’m medicated, how are you?
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| Let’s take a dive swim right through
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| Sophisticated points of view
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| Let’s follow the cops back home
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| Follow the cops back home
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| Let’s follow the cops back home
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| And rob their houses
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| Let’s follow the cops back home
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| Follow the cops back home
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| Let’s follow the cops back home
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| And rob their houses |