| A-back in the days when the battles raged,
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| And we thought it was nothing
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| A bookstore man meets the cia,
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| And we know
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| Throw me a cord and plug it in,
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| Get the cradle rocking
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| Ah, out with the redneck pig old men,
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| And its go The hair in the hole in my head
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| Too bad the scene is dead
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| Memories in the shadow
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| Back in time again
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| Ah, I cant forget your terrorized face,
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| When you cried for the shameless
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| Wasted life ameri-k-k-kan,
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| And you smile
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| So why should we run when we cannot hide,
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| And my flag is burning?
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| We could be wrong but thats allright,
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| Well rise again
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| The hair in the hole in my head
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| Too bad the scene is dead
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| Memories in the shadow
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| Its back in town again
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| Lookin away its another day,
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| And of course we love you
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| Radical man is the cia,
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| And we say no Well round up the durham h.c. |
| kids,
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| And the char grill killers
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| Jesse h. |
| come into our pit,
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| All ages show
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| The hair in the hole in my head
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| Too bad the scene is dead
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| Memories in the shadow
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| Its back in time again |