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Mama's gonna buy you a big black coffin |
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She doesn't like the one uncle Sam's been offering her |
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Yeah |
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You're going out in style |
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Mama's gonna raise all the sons and daughters |
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Fathers fell by men and men in squalor |
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Yeah |
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She'll miss you for a while |
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We don't feel the shame |
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And we don't take the blame |
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Men on TV tell me there's no other way |
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We've got to take mama's baby away |
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Mama's gonna run out of means and wages |
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She'll have to beg for sympathy from desolate cages |
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Yeah |
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She's dragging skin and bones |
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Mama's gonna turn to the politicians |
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For answers turned to smoke and smoke by apparitions |
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Yeah |
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She's bound to beg and roam |
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We don't feel the shame |
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And we don't take the blame |
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Men on TV tell me there's no other way |
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We've got to take mama's baby away |
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We don't feel the shame |
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And we don't take the blame |
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Men on TV tell me there's no other way |
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We've got to take mama's baby away |
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Gotta take mama's baby away |
