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The highest love, a woman's touch
Harmony, a strong mind, a strong body, beauty, all the things
He couldn't be, all
The things he couldn't have.
Little man with a gun in his hand
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List monitors arrive with petition.
Iron-fisted philosophy... Is your life worth a painting?
Is this 'girl vs. boy' with different symbols? Being born is power...
Scout leader nazi tagged as 'big sin'. Your risk chains me hostage.
Me, I'm fighting with my head, I am not ambiguous.
I must look like a dork.
Me, naked with textbook poems spout fountain against the Nazis,
With weird kinds of sex symbols in speeches that are big dance thumps.
If we heard mortar shells, we'd cuss more in our songs and cut down the guitar solos.
So dig this big crux.
Organizing the boy scouts for murder is wrong, ten years beyond the big sweat point.
Man, it was still there, ever without you coming back around, look!
Coming together, for just a second, a peek.
A guess at the wholeness that's way too big, at the wholeness that's way too big.
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a ton of white boy guilt, that's my problem -
obstacle to joy (one reason for drugs)
slept on a mexican beach, slept in trash
(american trash) thinking too much can ruin a good time.
I asked a mexican who
ran a bar for americans "who won"
I said "the election?" he laughed and I felt
like a gringo - we paid for a song and they had fun with us.
why can't you buy
a good time? why are there soldiers in the streets?
why did I spend the fourth
in someone else's country?
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I had a girl
She loved what she saw
She loved me so good
She made her daddy mad
My woman cried
She's dead to me now
My woman ran off
And I can't deny it
My life - Jesus and tequila
I'm satisfied
And I can't deny it
I had a job
It paid me good
I could have my phone
And tip the preacher too
My boss yelled
He's dead to me now
My boss kicked me out
And I can't deny it
My life - Jesus and tequila
I'm satisfied
And I can't deny it
You better listen to me
'Cause I'm gonna tell you, son
Don't give away your love
And don't give away your sweat
Because a girl can't know you
And a boss can't afford you
Remember
Jesus and tequila
I'm satisfied
And I can't deny it
Remember
Jesus and tequila
I'm satisfied
And I can't deny it
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Where's your courage?
Are you afraid to die?
Are you happy that God is on your side?
I wrote this song in a story of men who died for glory
Where's your courage?
Do you think you're alone?
Are you laughing for being blind and pure?
I wrote this song in a story of men who died for glory
Where's your courage?
Do you share all you have?
Are you hiding from something you dont know?
Where's your courage?
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What is peace
To the people
Who work the land
And die in wars?
It was learned in a game
That was played by us all
Who held the top of the hill
From the rest was called the king
And I can't believe it all
Was good for humankind
Is it peace
To point the guns?
Is it war
To fire the guns?
We would run with all of our might
Push the king off to take the hill
And to learn who was king
And who makes the better serf
I can't believe it all
Was good for humankind
And i have to read the lies
Between the lines
Believe in this
We are part
Of a whole we call the earth
And i have to read the lies
Between the lines
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No one! I said no one!
Im talkin' about no one!
I said no one!
No heart,no soul
Not working at that goal
Im talkin' about no one
I said no one
No love,no hate
No someone to emulate
Im talkin' about no one
I said no one
Grow old,knowing,always believing,never doubting that there's...
No one! I said no one!
Im talkin' about no one!
I said no one!
Not living,not dying
Life just means surviving
Im talkin' about no one
I said no one
No cost,no gain
Not worth going insane
Im talkin' about no one
I said no one
Grow old,knowing,always believing,never doubting that there's...
No one! I said no one!
Im talkin' about no one!
I said no one!
No pain,no remorse
Emptiness just a matter of course
Im talkin' about no one
I said no one
No world,no fair
Lost hope I no longer care
Im talkin' about no one
I said no one
Grow old,knowing,always believing,never doubting that there's...
No one! I said no one!
Im talkin' about no one!
I said no one!
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Force fed
Sifted
Tin can
Pull handle
Puppet
Pull toys
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Johnny grabbed a gun
Ack ack ack ack
Johnny grabbed a gun
Ack ack ack ack
Like this
Ack ack ack ack
Like this
Ack ack ack ack
All the papers write about Johnny
All the radios shout his name
He grabbed a gun and shot me down
Ack ack ack ack
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Working on the edge
Losing my self-respect
For a man who presides over me
The principles of his creed
Punch in, punch out
Eight hours, five days
Sweat, pain and agony
On Friday I'll get paid
This ain't no picnic
This ain't no picnic
This ain't no picnic
This ain't no picnic
Hey mister don't look down on me
For what I believe
I got my bills and the rent
I should be content
But our land isn't free
So I'll work my youth away
In the place of a machine
I refuse to be a slave
This ain't no picnic
This ain't no picnic
This ain't no picnic
This ain't no picnic
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We'll talk some reason
We could look at the past
Will the nation grow?
Prosperity may last
Can we look
At the problems ahead?
With our heads in the sand
We might as well be dead
Cheer him on
The leader of the team
He'll push on through
At all cost to win
But are we free
To think for ourselves
Or doomed
To repeat our mistakes?
When you hear them and call your name
Can you count the lives they will take?
Do you have to see the body bags
Before you make a stand?
The cheerleaders
Call our their names
On the sidelines
They can feel the players sweat
And i wonder
What it is they see?
All the rallies
Will never set them free
Can you hear them
Call your name?
Can you count the lives
They will take?
Do you have to see the body bags
Come off the plane
Just a little bit
Just a little bit
Just a little bit too late
Can you hear them
Call your name?
Can you count the lives
They will take?
Do you have to see the body bags
Before you make a stand?
Can you hear them
Just a little bit
Just a little bit too late
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Hey, ice machine
Will you cut me?
Thin line
Cut
Big scissors
Cut
Cut loose
Cut
?
?
Big scissors
Stop
Cut
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Sometimes the news is like a loud hum in my amplifier
It rings my head out like a filthy washcloth
With little folds
Thousands of little folds!
The shit you hear at parties
Kick in the idiot box
Wait for the news in the history books
Like junkies who hate their heroin
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Born in the shed with the guitar on
We jammed the schtik to do four gigs.
With bits and pieces
Of a working thesis (?)
We jammed the schtik to do four gigs
Now when we took me and d boon's
And george's stench
And put them up on stage
We'd fight at practice
Then jam econo
And spout the tour-spiel
Tour-spiel
Tour-spiel
I dreamed I was e bloom
But I woke up joe bouchard
In some town out on the road
With patent-leather boots on
Just like richard told me
Another hack on the "spectors" tour
Tour-spiel
Tour-spiel
Now you got your guitar
And your practice amp
You travel the usa in a van
And troccoli's counting on some situation
Are you going to write the song I demand?
And with the guitar turned off
And the gas tank empty
And the typewriter on
But my head is empty
And to really find me
I've got to look inside me
And cut the tour-spiel
Tour-spiel
Tour-spiel
Tour-spiel
Tour-spiel
Tour-spiel
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Say now
My trip in line with others
Have the door pointing to others
Door means a separate wall is in between
Symbols assert the
Big
Butt
Whoopin
Close your eyes
Open them take our test
Close your eyes
Open them
Not since those days
This rhythm that is all head
What makes
Breaks the fakes
Close your eyes
Open them take our test
Close your eyes
Open them
Not since those days
And when reality appears digital
And the big hankering cometh
I'll vote yes for life in the big choice poll
I'll be glad I did
Your mind
Organized by nazis
Your heart and mind conspiring
Close your eyes
Open them take our test
Close your eyes
Open them
Not since those days
Not since those days
Forever with you
Ever without you
Take our test
(and so on)
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I believe when they found the body of General George A. Custer
Quilled like a porcupine with Indian arrows
He didn't die with any honor, any dignity, or any valor.
I believe when they found George A. Custer
An American general, patriot, and Indian-fighter
He died with shit in his pants!
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Son of a mother
Son of a father
You can look inside you
You can look inside me
Come on and search!
Search deep inside
You can put it together
You can pull it apart
You relapse unconscious
You don't remember
You don't remember
You don't remember!
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I'm waiting and diversing! I'm collecting...
Dispersing information... liberation!
Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs!
Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs!
Manifesto on my window and my (fruit?)...
Rotation, admiration, outline my route...
Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs!
Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs
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Badges?
We don't need no badges.
We don't need no stinkin' badges.
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When you're revealing
I get that feeling
Of a blind man in bed
Couldn't hear what I said
No way
When you're revealing
I get that feeling
Of a monk in a church
A big empty church
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Can you really be sure of the goddamn time of day?
Can you take the dirt from the fist of a foreigner?
Are you going to fight when they call out your number?
Can you toe the line? Can you repeat what you've been told?
Can you bite the bullet? Can you see the enemy?
Can you point the finger? Can you prove your loyalty?
Joe McCarthy Joe McCarthy Joe McCarthy Joe McCarthy Joe McCarthy!
Joe McCarthy Joe McCarthy Joe McCarthy Joe McCarthy Joe McCarthy!
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