Hey, You Say You Like the Way the Cowboys Tip Their Hats
and Say, "How's It Goin' Ma'am?" / But You're Never Quite
Clear If Their Glares Are Sincere / Or Really Only Just
Second-hand
To You It's All Roses / It's a Lavender Haze / the Man Is a
Marvel / But It's a Shame About His Brains / But That's Ok
/ You Say, "He's Got Straight Teeth and It's Good Sex."
You Look to the Sky / You Look to the Man / You Claim
Innocence and Not to Understand / Or Do You, Do You?
There's a Big Man Wearing a White Suit / and Patent Leather
Shoes / He Wants to Take His Monkeys to See the Kids At
the Zoo / 'cause the Gypsy On the Corner Said, "Hey, Mister
You Can't Lose."
And It's Your First Day At the Track / You Feel That Heat
On Your Back / We All Want to Find a Way to Beat the System
/ Find Some Rhythm in the Madness / Get Down On Your Knees
and Pray / Say, "I'll Do Whatever You Want, / God, Just
Let Me Have My Way." / Well Will You, Will You?
Come On All You Merry Men / Rally Your Cry / Dance With the
Devil For Tomorrow We'll Surely.... / Hey, Hey Blow the
Men Down
You With All Your Cigarettes and Cool Stares / Filled With
Blank Glares and Loaded Regrets / Just Like the Girls Today
With Nothing to Say / no More Pigtails and Pony Rides /
They're Sophisticated / They Sip On Lattes and Have Their
Eyes On a Bigger Prize
We Shake Our Fists and Say, / "Well Good Golly, We're Mad /
That God Kills Children With Our Very Own Hands."
We Claim Innocence and Not to Understand / Or Do We, Do We?
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