| Hold back the edges of your gowns
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| You asked for hell — elected clowns
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| With no dissent for how things are
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| Or gently pushed beneath a car
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| Our leaders are assassin’s friends
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| And we aren’t needed for their ends
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| No industry or open wars
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| They cut health care and lock the doors
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| But I’m with you if you’re with me
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| Take my hand
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| I’m with you in Rockland
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| I’m with you in Rockland
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| And don’t it make you wanna howl?
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| So, where’s the champion of Mary Queen O’Scots?
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| And liberty and chivalry?
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| To damn the MI5 for C.N.D
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| I need someone with a memory
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| Of what we used to mean by morally
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| And all we can find is old Jack Ruby
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| When the victor rewrites history
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| The napalm lights his vanity
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| I’m with you if you’re with me
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| Take my hand
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| I’m with you in Rockland
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| I’m with you in Rockland
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| And don’t it make you wanna howl?
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| Josephine, the singer called
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| She made a comeback in the psychiatric ward
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| Where the shock is mightier than the sword
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| And the adverts obscure the blackboard
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| And chalk is something we can’t afford
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| And the only class is how to be bored
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| But my hopes are still on the soul horse
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| This is my Woody for president waltz
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| 'Cause I’m with you if you’re with me
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| Take my hand
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| I’m with you in Rockland
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| I’m with you in Rockland
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| And don’t it make you wanna howl?
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| I’m with you in Rockland
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| I’m with you in Rockland
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| And don’t it make you wanna howl? |