| Front rooms
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| Back rooms
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| Slide into tables
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| Crowd into bathrooms
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| Joke around
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| Cheap talk
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| Deep talk
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| Talk, talk, talk around the clock
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| Crawl home
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| Lie down
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| Teeth chatter
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| Heart pounds
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| I don’t feel so good
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| 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!»
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| There’s evil in this land
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| Rock and roll music!
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| «Cast down these dope-fiends
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| And there noisy bands!»
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| Damn their souls!
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| Preacher preaching love like vengeance
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| Preaching love like hate
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| Calling for large donations
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| Promising estates
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| Rolling lawns and angel bands
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| Behind the pearly gates
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| You know, he will have his in this life
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| But yours will have to wait
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| He’s immaculately tax free
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| Multiple hundreds of thousands of
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| Tax free
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| Hundreds of millions of dollars
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| Tax free
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| A hundred billion dollars!
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| And who is paying the price?
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| Who, who
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| Your children are
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| Pissed off
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| Jacked up
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| Scream into the mic
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| Spit into the loving cup
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| Strut like a rooster
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| March like a man
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| God’s hired hands and the devil bands
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| Packing the same grandstands
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| Different clothes (pot in their pockets!)
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| Different hair (sexually active!)
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| Raise a screaming guitar or a bible in the air
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| Theatre of anguish
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| Theatre 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!)
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| Tonight I’m going dancing
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| With the drag queens and the punks
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| Big beat deliver me
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| From this sanctimonious skunk
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| We’re no flaming angels
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| And 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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| And he’s immaculately tax free
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| Our nation has lost its guts!
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| Save me
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| Our nation has lost its strength
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| Tax free
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| Our nation has whimpered and cried
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| Save me
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| And petted the Castros
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| Tax free
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| The Khomeinis' and the Kaddafis'
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| Save me
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| For so long
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| Tax free
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| That we don’t know how to act like a man
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| Save me
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| I think that we should turn the United States Marines
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| Loose on that little island south of Florida and
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| Stop that problem!
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| I am preachin' love, I am! |