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And when the dawn breaks through the drums start |
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Beating the morning to the farm |
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Your grimace widens and your lips part |
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Sounding the silent alarm |
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And when the bells explode they scatter |
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Hitching a hand unto the breeze |
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The grand bureaucracy grows fatter |
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Whistling the old melodies |
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Oh-ee-oh goes the buckingham jewel guard |
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Oh-ee-oh goes the cop on the beat |
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Oh-ee-oh goes the kid in the schoolyard |
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Oh-ee-oh goes the kid on the street |
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Hey man what's happenin' with you? |
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I watched that episode too |
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Maybe I'll get some chinese |
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I'll have the dumplings |
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No msg please |
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And when the night breaks through they wonder |
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If all they lost was self-respect |
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They pass the homes of greed and plunder |
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Still, ling'ring on, the disconnect |
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Oh-ee-oh sittin' down for the evening |
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Oh-ee-oh through the civil earthquake |
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Oh-ee-oh safe in bed and they're dreamin' |
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Heaven knows if they'll ever awake |
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Yeah I'll have my coffee black |
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Hey look we're bombing iraq |
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I guess that's the only way |
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Oh did I tell you we got fifi spayed? |
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And when they get to work they hear drums |
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The boom fills all the empty space |
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They file papers lada-dee-dum |
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Trimming their shoebox with lace |
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Oh-ee-oh but there's somethin' a growin' |
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Oh-ee-oh through the bustle and hiss |
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Oh-ee-oh fuck the lawns that need mowin' |
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Oh-ee-oh there is somethin' amiss |
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Oh-ee-oh oh-ee-oh oh-ee-oh |
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Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh-ee-oh |