| You can talk about your neighbor
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| You can grab him by the collar
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| You can hurt him only if he hollers
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| «Let me go… let me go»
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| But we all know that’s old-fashioned
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| And it can only lead to pain
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| Where we might end up on the corner
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| Taking handouts in the rain
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| You can bomb your foreign brother
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| You can hurt him until he dies
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| You can kill him until he never asks you why
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| You’re on his land… you're on his land
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| But we all know that’s all over
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| And that can only lead to blame
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| Where we might end up for our country
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| Taking handouts in the rain
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| You can trample on your sister
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| You can hurt her only if she cries
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| You can hurt her only if she cares
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| With all her heart… with all her heart
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| But we all know she’d be a mother
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| And that could only lead to shame
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| Where she might end up for her children
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| Taking handouts in the rain
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| Teach your children stories
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| You can fill them full of lies
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| You can make them all despise
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| One another… one another
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| But when they all find out later
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| And they call us by our rightful names
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| And send us shamefully to old age
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| Taking handouts in the rain
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| Taking handouts in the rain
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| Taking handouts in the rain |