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The time to rise has been engaged
You're better best to rearrange I'm talking here to me alone I listen to the finest worksong Your finest hour Another chance has been engaged To throw Thoreau and rearrange You are following this time I beg you not beg to rhyme (blow your horn) Your finest hour (blow your horn) Take your instinct by the reins Your better best to rearrange What we want and what we need Has been confused been confused (blow your horn) Your finest hour (blow your song) Take your instinct by the reins Better best to rearrange What we want and what we need Has been confused been confused (blow your horn) Your finest hour (blow your song) Your finest hour (blow your horn) Your finest hour (blow your song) Your finest hour |
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| 2:48 |
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Hang your collar up inside
Hang your dollar on me Listen to the water still Listen to the causeway you are Bad and educated, primitive and wild Welcome to the occupation Here we stand and here we fight All your fallen heroes Held and dyed and skinned alive Listen to the Congress fire Offering the educated primitive and loyal Welcome to the occupation Hang your collar up inside Hang your freedom higher Listen to the buyer still Listen to the Congress Where we propagate confusion Primitive and wild Fire on the hemisphere below Sugar cane and coffee cup Copper, steel and cattle An annotated history the forest for the fire Where we open up the floodgates Freedom reigns supreme Fire on the hemisphere below Listen to me Listen to me Listen to me Listen to me Listen to me Listen to me Listen to me |
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| 3:33 |
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hey're going wild, the call came in
At early morning pre-dawn, then the followers of chaos out of control They're numbering the monkeys The monkeys and the monkeys The followers of chaos out of control they're meeting at the monument The call came in the monument To liberty and honor under the honor roll they've gathered up the cages the cages and courageous The followers of chaos out of control disturbance at the heron house A stampede at the monument To liberty and honor under the honor roll The gathering of grunts and greens Cogs and grunts and hirelings A meeting of a mean idea to hold "when feeding time has come and gone They'll lose the heart and head for home Try to tell us something we don't know Everyone allowed, everyone allowed |
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| 2:32 |
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There's something strange going on tonight
There's something going on that's not quite right Michael's nervous and the lights are bright There's something going on that's not quite right There's something going on that wasn't here before Keep your eyes glued to the floor There's something strange going on tonight There's something going on that's not quite right There's something going on that wasn't here before Keep your eyes glued to the floor No one's going to say goodnight There's something going on that's not quite right |
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| 4:07 |
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That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, An aeroplane - lenny bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, Listen to yourself churn - world serves its own needs, Don't misserve your own needs. Feed it up a knock, speed, Grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height, Down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a Government for hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in A hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population, Common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, Feeling pretty psyched. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and i feel fine. Six o'clock - tv hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle, Light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh, this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, Offer me alternatives and i decline. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and i feel fine. The other night i tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount st. Edelite. Leonard bernstein. Leonid breshnev, Lenny bruce and lester bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, Jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic, slam, but neck, right? Right. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and i feel fine...fine... (it's time i had some time alone) |
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| 3:17 |
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This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I've left behind A simple prop to occupy my time This one goes out to the one I love Fire This one goes out to the one I love This one goes out to the one I've left behind A simple prop to occupy my time This one goes out to the one I love Fire she's comin' down on her own, now This one goes out to the one I love This one goes out to the one I've left behind Another prop has occupied my time This one goes out to the one I love Fire(she's comin' down on her own, now |
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| 3:17 |
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Crazy crazy world crazy crazy times
Crazy crazy world crazy crazy times Hang up your chairs to better sweep Clear the floor to dance Shake the rug into the fireplace Crazy crazy world crazy crazy times Crazy crazy world crazy crazy times Hang up your chairs to better sweep Clear the floor to dance Sweep the floor into the fireplace Hang up your chairs to better sweep Clear the floor to dance Throw the chairs into the fireplace Hang up your chairs to better sweep Clear the floor to dance Throw the walls into the fireplace |
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| 3:21 |
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When i lay myself to sleep pray that i don't go too deep
Lightnin' won lightnin' won Because it's cold down gold down there, crow! Flat lands low lands on the track Shows the water pan the track Lightnin' won lightnin' won Close up hands to silhouette, crow! Lightnin' won, lightnin' won Hound bark on the track Hound crow hold onto your hat Lightnin' won lightnin' won Low lands timberlands bad lands bird lands |
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| 4:11 |
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A thumbnail sketch, a jeweler's stone
A mean idea to call my own Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young There's time to teach, point to point, Point observation, children carry reservations Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold, leaves me cold. A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly Singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song Standing on the shoulders of giants everybody's looking on Old don't lay so still you're not yet young, There's time to teach, point to point, Point observation, children carry reservations. Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away, away. I am king of all I see, my kingdom for a voice Old man don't lay so still, you're not yet young There's time to teach, point to point Point observation, children carry reservations Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold, leaves me cold. A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away, away, away. |
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| 5:23 |
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Oddfellows local 151 behind the firehouse
Where Peewee sits to prove a sage to teach Peewee gathered up his proof Reached up and scratched his head Fell down and hit the ground again Firehouse. Firehouse. Why do the heathens rage behind the firehouse Where Peewee sits upon the wall to preach? This boy and girl that gather pearls Of wisdom falling from his mouth Wash off the blood, wash off the rum Firehouse. Firehouse. Oddfellows local 151 behind the firehouse Where Peewee sits upon the wall to preach. This boy and girl that gather pearls Of wisdom falling from his mouth Wash off the blood, wash off the 151. Firehouse. Firehouse. Firehouse. Liarhouse. |
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