| My sister called, she said, «Mark, where are you?»
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| I said, «I'm on my way from Milan, Italy to Bologna.»
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| She said, «I'm glad you’re not anywhere near Nice, France.»
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| She said, «Ninety-four people just died there in a terrorist attack.»
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| They were out celebrating Bastille Day
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| Some crazy fuck plowed through them with the truck, throwing hand grenades
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| People scattered about and some took refuge in the sea
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| I said, «Don't worry, little sister, everything’s okay here with me.»
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| But things aren’t okay in this crazy fucking world
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| No place is safe for mothers or fathers of the boys of the girls
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| Yeah, things are a mess on this crazy fucking planet
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| People getting slaughtered left and right, north and south, and east and west,
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| goddammit
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| Hate is at its peak on this crazy fucking planet
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| People getting slaughtered like cattle, goddammit
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| People getting massacred over and over
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| And it’s oppressing our spirit and our faith in humanity
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| It’s impossible not to feel it (feel it, feel it)
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| Elementary schools, ask Newtown about that
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| Or Denver, Colorado about that purple-haired fuck who went and saw Batman
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| Or Paris, France about that Eagles of Death Metal
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| Actually don’t mention that one 'cause for them the dust is still not settled
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| Virginia Tech kid showing off his AK to subs on the internet
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| Tomorrow we’re gonna be at the Brussels train station
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| Terrorism doesn’t end, does it
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| Bombs going off at train stations and office buildings and airports
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| Turn on the news for the latest death toll report
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| And as we’re driving, I look out from the bales of hay
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| I hate to say it but on that guy who ruined Bastille Day
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| I hoped the cops put ninety-four bullets in his fucking brains
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| It pours, it pours, it pours, it pours, it pours
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| And it pours when it rains
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| People in France are in debilitating pain today
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| So send some love and if you don’t then hang your fucking head in shame
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| If you believe in God, say, «My father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name
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| but forgiving those who trespass against us is in-fucking-sane.»
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| Went for a walk around my hotel in Milan
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| Pink or white oleanders flourishing on the hotel lawn
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| I saw a lizard on the sidewalk and he scurried away
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| This tour has been a grind and it was nice to get out and breathe the air today
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| Now we’re in the van and we’re going to stop for Italian food
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| Someone said, «Hey, on the other hand, did you hear the positive news?»
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| Mick Jagger announced his girlfriend’s pregnancy
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| He’s seventy-two, she’s a ballerina in her 20s
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| Hey, I gotta admit I kinda envy that dude
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| When my grandpa was seventy-two he was being fed baby food with a plastic spoon
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| His eyes were like a fish that’s faded gray and blue
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| And off his chin, the candy stripers were wiping off his drool
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| And we’re in the van listening to Faith No More’s «King for a Day»
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| Our driver Francesco listens to this one to keep himself awake
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| And as we drive I think about the future of my nieces
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| I hope the world in her 20s hasn’t been blown to fucking pieces
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| And as we drive and I’m looking at tall, skinny pines
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| never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever had to actualize
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| It’s my last summer being forty-nine
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| Considering everything, I gotta say I’m doing fine
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| Thought I’m gonna sing this song in Bologna tonight
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| I’m gonna sing it for France and burn a candle for them tonight
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| And if Rush is out there somewhere on tour today
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| I hope for France they’re playing Caress of Steel’s «Bastille Day»
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| And when they’re marching on Bastille Day
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| For Nice, France that day is never gonna be the same
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| And when they’re marching on Bastille Day
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| For Nice, France that day is never gonna be the same
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| While they were marching on Bastille Day
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| A guillotine had claimed her bloody prayer
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| While they were marching on Bastille Day
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| A guillotine had claimed her bloody prayer
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| While they were marching on Bastille Day
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| A guillotine had claimed her bloody prayer
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| While they were marching on Bastille Day |