| Check out the deal Mr. Statesman
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| Nobody up in arms no we ain’t shaken
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| Go call the cops, call the paper
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| You know you better run, no tellin' our behavior
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| Check how they pillage on the tele
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| Nobody love the poor I want to yell it
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| I’m in the beast, in the belly, oh
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| You better run, 'cause I’m about to kill it
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| So give me that bow, give me that stone, give me that rake
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| I’m gonna take, I’m gonna take my place
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| So give me that bow, give me that stone, give me that rake
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| I’m gonna take, I’m gonna take my place
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| I’m sorry
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| I’m crashing your party
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| I’m sorry
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| I’m crashing your party
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| Here come the Joes in formation
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| Somehow they got them living in sedation
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| They quit waiting on a savior
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| Don’t dream of nothing big, just dream of a vacation
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| Here come the momma with her babies
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| If you look right in her eyes know she courageous
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| Call in the hazmat, it’s contagious oh
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| She can see right through you, the future’s hers, she’ll take it
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| So give me that bow, give me that stone, give me that rake
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| I’m gonna take, I’m gonna take my place
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| So give me that bow, give me that stone, give me that rake
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| I’m gonna take, I’m gonna take my place
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| I’m sorry
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| I’m crashing your party
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| I’m sorry
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| I’m crashing your party
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| I’m sorry
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| I’m crashing your party
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| I’m sorry
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| I’m crashing your party |