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Cats got your tongue |
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The jungle's won |
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Enemy lines trippin' your mama's son |
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But you say |
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You're keepin' us safe |
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In the hands |
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Of a god fearin' man |
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We turn our backs he shakes the devils hand |
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I believe |
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We been deceived |
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Now you got my nylons in a rip |
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Runnin round tryin to make sense of it |
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Trying to grow flowers in your bullshit |
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You'd put out the sun if you got hold of it |
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Oh say can you see |
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The dawn of catastrophe |
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So many tears people drown in the streets |
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Whatcha doin' ' |
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Bout New Orleans |
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Pennies keep droppin |
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But nobody's stopping |
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You'll wash your hands and we'll be stuck with the problem |
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Sell the fear |
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Then disappear |
