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I wouldn't want to go home on a night like this
When I find out that some of the past has been missed And the light in the window has burned it's fuse I pull everything inwards but everything's loose Everything inwards, but everything's loose Everything inwards, but everything's loose I wouldn't want to stay out with news like this All the engines too loud all the pavements hiss How the scouts in the stairwell will ?meet? again I pull everything inwards but everything's ?changed? |
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High above the forest in an unseen place
Where the clouds will gather on another race In the dungeon depths of an unknown cave There's a stream that springs with a world to save And it gathers up strength as it rolls along And it gathers up hope for everyone But it runs to plains where the farmlands weep Through the brand new gardens where rich men sleep I'm gonna find it, I'm gonna prove it And show the whole damned world how to use it When I find it, when I prove it I know that some damned fool is gonna lose it For it's the river of hope, from the pool of tears It's the river of hope, it's the river we lost for years Past the chemical plant where the junk flows in By the nuclear project where the children swim Under bridges in a city where the bodies float And the summer smell keeps the flies remote I'm gonna find it, I'm gonna prove it And show the whole damned world how to use it When I find it, when I prove it I know that some damned fool is gonna lose it For it's the river of hope, from the pool of tears It's the river of hope, it's the river we lost for years Through the swamp of a ghetto where the mission was lost Where the dope is king and the silver boss Past the trash and wreckage from the garbage trucks Past the oil slick where the jail boat docks To a home in some sea at the nations end Where the submarine is freedom's friend If we need that river like we did before There can be no need for it lives no more I'm gonna find it, I'm gonna prove it And show the whole damned world how to use it When I find it, when I prove it I know that some damned fool is gonna lose it For it's the river of hope, from the pool of tears It's the river of hope, it's the river we lost for years For it's the river of hope, from the pool of tears It's the river of hope, it's the river we lost for years |
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| 3. |
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What did you learn in school today
Did you learn to run when the teachers pray Did they teach you enough to know the state you're in Not enough to get out, not enough to win What did you learn at home today Did you learn to hate in the proper way Did your liberated parents patronize your friends Cos they had enough money, cos they had the right skin I wander 'round thinking, well, what kind of place is this Well maybe it's in the parks, maybe it's in the stores But I know if we're being honest, it's in the people But they're all caught up in the traffic Listening to the weather Well dog, I know we're not in Kansas, the sky's all colored wrong I know we're not in Kansas, the days are all too long I sure don't understand this, that's what you're howling for I know we're not in Kansas, Kansas anymore What did you learn in your job today Did you learn to sleep while the boss is away Did you shut your mouth when he called you down Cos there's not much work in that kind of town I wander around thinking, well what kind of place is this Where they say hey well what did you do in the war And I ask well hey man well what did you do with the peace Well we built these real safe weapons, so we could sleep with ease Well dog, I know we're not in Kansas, the sky's all colored wrong I know we're not in Kansas, the days are all too long I sure don't understand this, that's what you're howling for I know we're not in Kansas, Kansas anymore Well what kind of place is this On the wrong side of the rainbow where the twisters never come And they tore up all the yellow bricks and they sold them to Japan And still the advertisers tell you, hey, there's no place like home Well dog, I know we're not in Kansas, the sky's all colored wrong I know we're not in Kansas, the days are all too long I sure don't understand this, that's what you're howling for I know we're not in Kansas, Kansas anymore I know we're not in Kansas, the sky's all colored wrong I know we're not in Kansas, the days are all too long I sure don't understand this, that's what you're howling for I know we're not in Kansas, Kansas anymore |
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| 4. |
| 5:25 | 
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| 6:42 |
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Here I stand with my own kin
At the end of everything Finally the dream is gone I've had enough of hanging on I came here with all my friends Leaving behind the wait of years Leaving alone in a flood of tears Out on a prospect that never ends All the landscape was the mill Grim as the reaper with a heart like hell With a river of bodies flowing with the bell Here was a future for hands of skill We built it all with our own hands But who could know we built on sand But now it's barren all too soon There is no miracle in ruin We set the flame and it burned so blue With open eyes I watched it grow A sea of palms in an ocean of snow Hands with the courage to start anew Here was a home for the lost and scared Out of the yards and run dry dock The call of the steel that would never stop Here was a refuge for those who dared In a steeltown When the heat's on I went down And the heat turned on me There I stand with my own kin At the end of everything Finally the dream has gone I've nothing left to hang upon In a steeltown When the heat's on I went down And the heat turned on me |
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| 7. |
| 4:44 |
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| 8. |
| 4:47 |
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My cousin PJ gets crazy just as much as he can
A real party reptile for a northern man He's dressed like a republican He thinks conservative But he drives faster than I ever did He's into nuclear power and insider deals He has a scene with baby oil and heels He's my favorite politician When he comes on weird Says I'm not fit for this office let's get out of here My, my, loves his ma and apple pie Well, well, he's the party's favorite guy I hope you like it You know I'm going to take good care of you I hope you like it I hope next time you bring your friends with you He's a drinkin', huntin', shootin', fishin' son of a gun He knows a surgeon's gonna keep his wife young Got industrial kickbacks in an offshore bank Knows who to stand on and he knows how to thank I hope you like it You know I'm going to take good care of you I hope you like it I hope next time you bring your friends with you My, my, loves his ma and apple pie Well, well, he's the party's favorite guy He likes to come take me for a night with the boys He talks about the NRA and their toys Got an automatic rifle in his pick up truck He drives me home when he's in no state to walk My, my, loves his ma and apple pie Well, well, he's the party's favorite guy I hope you like it You know I'm going to take good care of you I hope you like it I hope next time you bring your friends with you I hope you like it Love it, like it I hope you like it Love it, like it |
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| 9. |
| 5:36 |
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The desert dust was rising from a military convoy
As it ran into the city with a cargo of despair It waved away the roadblocks, as it dodged among the car bombs For the cameras of the tourists in the foxhole inn In the shadows of the ghetto there’s a man beneath a blanket Being kicked into the basement with his hands behind his head They read him his confession, he agrees in his confusion Then he asks for absolution from the cameraman There is no love in the voice of the diplomat He’s running around in circles There is no fear in the word of the journalist He’s seen it all before I’ve had enough of holy men and holy wars I wish that I was far away from here…away…away Well I’ve had enough of holy men and holy wars I wish that I was far away from here… away… away We hear you have a story said the fearless freedom fighter About jet fighters and missiles and the way the east was won In the street the flags are burning for the women veiled and howling And the schoolboys fire machine guns for the man from CNN There is no love in the voice of the diplomat He’s running around in circles There is no fear in the word of the journalist He’s seen it all before He’s had enough of holy men and holy wars I wish that I was far away from here… away… away Well I’ve had enough of holy men and holy wars I wish that I was far away from here… away… away On a runway west of Berlin there’s a general and a contract For the network man’s exclusive and the sponsors campaign plan In the headlights of the limo there’s a smiling politician For once they lock you up they never really set you free I’ve had enough of holy men and holy wars I wish that I was far away from here… away… away And I’ve had enough of holy men and holy wars I wish that I was far away from here… away… away… away |
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| 2:52 |
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They found an alien baby in a Russian wood
A man in the delta named Johnny B. Goode A two-headed cow and a fish that walks A vampire lover and a monkey that talks A boy with wings and ice that's hot And a weeping sports star told us all about pot Four goals, two cautions and a half-time report The prime time verdict from the murder court A woman who died and came back from hell The president slipped, and he slipped and fell They found the face of Jesus on an Elvis plate And snow that fell on the sunshine state A man at the altar with his 23rd bride A million small investors who were taken for a ride A billion dollar budget for the special effects And a holy man told us not to have sex Four goals, two cautions and a half-time report The prime time verdict from the murder court A woman who died and came back from hell The president slipped, and he slipped and fell Gimme one for the money Make it two for the money Maybe three for the money You better make it four for the money Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah The more I hear is the less I care Four goals, two cautions and a half-time report The prime time verdict from the murder court A woman who died and came back from hell The president slipped, and he slipped and fell |
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| 5:01 |
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