| Revolution!
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| Bad vibrations!
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| Manifestation!
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| Ooby-Scooby Doomsday, I’m waiting for you
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| Well Mr. Politician, while you’re smiling
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| Your actions up behind you, they are filing
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| To lock you in political asylum
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| Oh my papa’s got money
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| Oh my papa’s got slaves
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| Oh my papa’s got power
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| He has fun with bombs and guns, oh how
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| You talk about the left wing
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| You talk about the right wing
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| Being nothing’s getting pretty frightening
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| My little boy’s got money
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| My little boy’s got drugs
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| My little boy’s got crazy
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| Sticks and stones don’t break his dreams, no never
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| Revolution!
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| Bad vibrations!
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| Manifestation!
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| Ooby-Scooby Doomsday, I’m waiting for you
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| We go to demonstrations
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| We picket rocket stations
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| And then we try to bomb the installation
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| Oh my mama, don’t worry
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| Oh my mama, I’m sorry
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| Oh my mama loves her sherry
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| She wears gloves when she makes love, oh kick it
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| It’s getting very strange
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| Maybe we’re just deranged
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| I tell you, something’s gonna change
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| You change your god for another
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| Change your telly for a color
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| You change your book for your mother
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| Nothing is for, nothing is forgotten
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| I don’t want no ugly revolution
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| Just wanna get high, just wanna get high
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| I don’t want no ugly revolution
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| Just wanna get by, you know just wanna get by
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| Nice cup of tea in the morning
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| Nice up of tea with my tea
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| Don’t want no sugar in my tea
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| I’ve got more sugar in my D.D.T
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| Fe, fi, fo, fum
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| I smell the blood of an Englishman
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| Ho, fi, fo, fum
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| I smell a stereo Englishman
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| Knees up mother brown
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| Now you’re here and now you’re gone
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| Love me, touch me, feel me too
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| I love miracles, I do
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| Let us go to church and be good-looking
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| (Oh, sweet mystery of life, at last I’ve found you)
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| (Oh, sweet mystery of life, at last I’ve found you)
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| (Oh, sweet mystery of life, at last I’ve found you)
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| Ahhhhh-cho! |