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Of all things malign, |
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An accident on the assembly line today |
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Cut him to the bone, |
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"But what can you expect from clumsy 8-year-olds?" I'm told. |
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Look outside the window. |
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See the growing crowd |
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Of kids with missing arms and feet? |
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Nothing to eat? |
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What cold heartless beast |
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Can sit and have his feast every night, |
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While their plight's always in his sight? |
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Robber Baron in the tower, |
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Counting all his gold. |
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You know while he goes unchecked |
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And stays in power, |
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He's never gonna let, |
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He's never gonna let, |
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He's never gonna let us go! |
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Marching in the streets, |
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The mighty hammer of the Baron's own police. |
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With their flags and guns, |
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And guns and drums and boots, |
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And blood red banners, dogs and guns. |
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Black-shirts pound the pavement, |
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With their bold insignias of wolves, |
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And bats and snakes, |
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And birds of prey. |
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Filling us with fear. |
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Our hearts are full of tears. |
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Who so vain, for his gain, |
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Causes so much pain? |
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Robber Baron in the castle, |
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Basking in his greed. |
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You know while he breaks no sweat, |
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And gets no hassle, |
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He's never gonna let, |
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He's never gonna let, |
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He's never gonna let us free! |
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Robber Baron in the tower, |
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Counting all his gold. |
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You know while he goes unchecked, |
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And stays in power, |
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He's never gonna let, |
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He's never gonna let, |
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What do you want? |
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(FREEDOM!) |
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When do you want it? |
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(NOW!) |
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Only we can make us free. |
