The Left Is Right

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tom:

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A
It begins when we chain ourselves to the ATMs 
Make a mess 

Dbm
when we pitch our tents on the statehouse steps

E
Now we’re taking it, now we’re taking it back 
Now we’re taking it, now we’re taking it back

B
For the greater good 
Goddamn Robin Hoods 

A
Fan the flames, serve them cocktails 
down at the Stock Exchange Hear the screams

Dbm
 take our baseball bats to the limousines

E
They’ll be talking us, they’ll be talking us up 
They’ll be talking us, they’ll be talking us up

B
To the journalists
 If there’s any left 

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 You know the Sixties proved that change is hit or miss

B                      A
Every bloody pacifist concedes the truth

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 If one must die to save the ninety-nine

               B
Maybe it’s justified
              A
The left is right
        
 We’re doomed

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We’re doomed

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