| A stranger is knockin' but don’t let him in
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| The sound of the hunter don’t be his victim
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| You open your door and then it’s too late
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| Ain’t no way to argue with his .38
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| And just like the hunter
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| Who makes you afraid
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| The hidden persuaders appear everyday
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| So clever and cool the way that they run
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| Their sinister power hurts just like a gun
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| You think you are free
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| But the choice ain’t so wide
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| Political passion is side versus side
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| You straddle the fence
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| And you’re gonna find
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| The pistols of power
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| Aim to make up your mind
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| You see Mr. Bigshot, he’s on the TV
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| You feel his power, it’s obscenity
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| You’re under his thumb
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| The words that he’s said
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| Are just like some bullets
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| Aimed right at your head |