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You cashed in your cards now you want to buy some You really are enamoured, that new soap on a rope A fat comedians came in disguised as clerics They got you in histerics, and walked off with soul and with that cheap, skate, royalty, you get your flag and Well I saw you on TV grinning at the soon we'll hang the traitors, string them up like drapes So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the great
You hung around to long, your mother read your You grinned like a go-getter, and got and gone The the morning slips, blends into your wallpaper and once you could escape her, but did you go wrong and your fathers at the factory that makes money seeling To the wars that spends the lives of all the peoples sons Pretty soon we'll the traitors, and we'll string them up like drapes So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the escape
You were born football boots and a sun tan complexion You once thought that on reflection, really got it made You once that on reflection, you'd really got it made