| There was a red brick road where I grew up on And a pretty stone wall round a fragrant lawn
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| Fish in the pond that sparkled in the dawn
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| But it ain’t no more, it’s all gone, gone, gone
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| Ram it, cram it, grand slam it, break up the concrete
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| Prod it, sod it, metal rod it, break up the concrete
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| Thwak it, crack it, line back it, break up the concrete
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| Shake it, bake it, earthquake it, break up the concrete
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| Break up the concrete, break up the concrete
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| And the depot over there, right next to the tracks
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| That the slaves put down while breaking their backs
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| But those Texas zoo, no one would ever get into a carriage
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| Or anything that might lead to an interracial marriage
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| Ram it, cram it, grand slam it, break up the concrete
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| Prod it, sod it, metal rod it, break up the concrete
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| Thwak it, crack it, line back it, break up the concrete
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| Shake it, bake it, earthquake it, break up the concrete
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| Break up the concrete, break up the concrete
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| Now don’t tell me it’s progress 'cause that’s just a lie
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| And don’t even try to come with an excuse, why?
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| We were so busy worrying about them dropping the bomb
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| We didn’t notice where our enemy was really coming from
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| Hey boys, c’mon let’s do it Ram it, cram it, grand slam it, break up the concrete
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| Prod it, sod it, metal rod it, break up the concrete
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| Shake it, bake it, earthquake it, break up the concrete
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| Ram it, slam it, just cram it, break up the concrete
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| One more time
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| Break up the concrete, break up the concrete
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| Now he who laid it come back here and raid it Break up the concrete, break up the concrete
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| Break up the concrete, break up the concrete
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| Break up the concrete |