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It was a pretty big year for fashion |
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A lousy year for rock and roll |
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The people gave their blessing to crimes of passion |
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It was a dark, dark night of the collective soul |
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I was somewhere out on |
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Riverside |
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By the El |
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Royale Hotel |
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When a stranger appeared in a cloud of smoke |
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I thought |
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I knew him all too well |
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He said, "Now that I have your attention I got somethin' I wanna say You may not wanna hear it I'm gonna tell it to you anyway You know, I've always liked you, boy 'Cause you were not afraid of me But things are gonna get mighty rough Here in Gomorrah-By-The-Sea" |
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He said, "It's just like home It's so damned hot, I can't stand it My fine seersucker suit is all soakin' wet" |
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And the hills are burning |
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The wind is raging |
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And the clock strikes midnight |
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In the Garden of |
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Allah "Nice car......... I love those Bavarians.....so meticulous Y'know, I remember a time when things were a lot more fun around here When good was good and evil was evil Before things got so.......fuzzy Yeah, I was once a golden boy like you And I was summoned to the halls of power in the heavenly court And I dined with the deities who looked upon me with favor For my talents; my creativity We sat beneath the palms in the warm afternoon And drank the wine with Fitzgerald and Huxley They pawned a biting phrase From tongues hot with blood And drained their pens of bitter ink Vainly reaching for the bottle full of empty Edens Branded specially for the ones Who had come with great expectations To the perfumed halls of Allah For their time in the sun We were stokin' the fires And oilin' up the machinery Until the gods found out we had ideas of our own" |
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And the war was coming |
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The earth was shaking |
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And there was no more room |
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In the Garden of |
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Allah "Today I made and appearance downtown I am an expert witness, because I say I am And I said, 'Gentleman....and I use that word loosely...I will testify for you I'm a gun for hire, I'm a saint, I'm a liar Because there are no facts,there is no truth,just data to be manipulated I can get you any result you like....what's it worth to ya? Because there is no wrong, there is no right And I sleep very well at night No shame, no solution No remorse, no retribution Just people selling t-shirts just opportunity to participate in this pathetic little circus And winning, winning, winning' " |
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It was a pretty big year for predators |
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The marketplace was on a roll |
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And the land of opportunity |
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Spawned a whole new breed of men without souls |
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This year, notoriety got all confused with fame |
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And the devil is downhearted |
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Because there's nothing left for him to claim |
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He said, "It's just like home It's so low-down, I can't stand it I guess my work around here has all been done And the fruit is rotten The serpent's eyes shine As he wraps around the vine In the Garden of Allah in the Garden of Allah in the Garden of Allah |
