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Front rooms, back rooms slide into tables |
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Crowd into bathrooms, joke around |
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Cheap talk, deep talk, talk, talk, around the clock |
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Crawl home, lie down, teeth chatter, heart pounds |
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I don't feel so good, I don't feel so good |
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Push a button to escape |
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Preacher on the tube crying, "Lord, here's evil |
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In this land, rock 'n' roll music, cast down |
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These dope-fiends an' their noisy bands, damn their souls" |
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Preacher preachin' love like vengeance |
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Preachin' love like hate, callin' for large donations |
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Promisin' estates, rollin' lawns an' angel bands |
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Behind the pearly gates, you know, he will have his |
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In this life but yours will have to wait |
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He's immaculately tax free |
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Multiple hundreds of thousands of tax free |
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Hundreds and millions of dollars, tax free |
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A hundred billion dollars, and who is paying the price? |
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Who, who? Your children are |
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Pissed off, jacked up, scream into the mike |
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Spit into the lovin' cup, strut like a rooster, march like a man |
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God's hired hands and the devil bands |
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Packing the same grandstands, different clothes |
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Pot in their pockets, different hair, sexually active |
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Raise a screamin' guitar or a Bible in the air |
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Theater of anguish, theater of glory |
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God's hired hands and the devil bands |
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Oh, come let us adore, me |
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Lord, there's danger in this land |
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You get witch-hunts and wars |
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When church and state hold hands |
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Fuck it, tonight I'm going dancin' |
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With the drag queens and the punks |
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Big beat deliver me from this sanctimonious skunk |
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We're no flamin' angels, he's not Heaven sent |
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How can he speak for the 'Prince of Peace' |
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When he's hawk-right militant |
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He's immaculately tax free |
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Our nation has lost its guts, save me |
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Our nation has lost its strength, tax free |
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Our nation has whimpered and cried, save me |
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And petted the Castros, tax free |
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The Khomeinis and the Kaddafis, save me |
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For so long, tax free |
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That we don't know how to act like a man, save me |
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I think that we should turn the United States Marines lose |
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On that little island south of Florida an' stop that problem |
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I am preachin' love, I am |