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Harry S. Truman
05:38
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Just stepped in for someone else
Did you ever bail of hail dropped on you
Say a prayer for me, boys
So much to do and not enough time
When your friends turn on you
Just stepped in for someone else
Would you say you call my bluff
You're keying in on my mistakes
Would you say you call my bluff
You're keying in on my mistakes
(we'll call your bluff)
Just woke up in a pool of sweat
Did you ever have a bomb dropped on you
Well, not like this one
We gotta do something to save our boys
And a bloodbath just won't do
Just woke up in a pool of sweat
Would you say you call my bluff
You're keying in on my mistakes
Would you say you call my bluff
You're keying in on my mistakes
(we'll call your bluff)
Every night I dream about it
The bomb!
Would you say you call my bluff
You're keying in on my mistakes
Would you say you call my bluff
You're keying in on my mistakes
(we'll call your bluff)
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Hemlock
03:37
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Never been alone for so long in your life
It's a series of lonely Friday nights
Keep it to yourself, you'll see what's wrong
Move around so nobody knows where you're from
(Aaaaaah)
It's an ice cold fact
You're already past it
Your modern life is made of plastic
You're a nightmare in a too-tight dress
I could go on
Yeah yeah yeah!
Take off your shoes!
Get on the dance floor!
It's not the same without merit
Take care of the sick and helpless
Keep this shit up and do what's right
You won't get lonely if you work every night
(Aaaaaaah)
But your personal life has never been so public
It's up the wall like a drunk man's piss
You're a nice girl from a small town
But if your mom could see you now...
Yeah yeah yeah!
Take off your shoes!
Get on the dance floor!
Accentuate all your good things
And celebrate that you're stumbling around here
You're gonna regret something
It's an ice cold fact
You're already past it
Your modern life is made of plastic
You're a nightmare in a too-tight dress
Yeah yeah yeah!
Take off your shoes!
Get on the dance floor!
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3. |
Imelda Marcos
04:20
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Self unaware, everything's unfair
But you couldn't give a damn about that
You got what you want: holidays abroad
A new coat, new shoes, and a new hat
And it's take take take take the Empire State
What are you planning anyway?
Miss Misery doesn't love company
Even the Beatles ran away
And you locked up something you should free
And you hauled away all the money
Lock the gate as the peasants revolt
As the penny drops it's all your fault
Your vanity trumps all your needs
Can't your accountant handle that
Eyes on the prize leads to demise
Ambition corrupts and now you're trapped
And it's fake fake fake fake the look on your face
What else is going through your head
Society could be all you need
If you just let yourself be led
And you locked up something you should free
And you hauled away all the money
Lock the gate as the peasants revolt
As the penny drops it's all your fault
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4. |
JFK
04:06
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You won't believe in anything I have said to you
I know you won't believe it now but half of it was true
We don't get along anymore, you're someone that I used to do
We don't get along anymore, something that I'm used to
People been talking, well let'em talk
I've been saving the world from twelve o'clock
Me and my brother got a job to do
You report the news and you let us do what we're gonna do
So that you never have to choose choose
You never have to choose
You won't believe in anything that I have said to you
I know you won't believe it now but half of it was true
We don't get along anymore, you're someone that I used to do
We don't get along anymore, something that I'm used to
People been talking, well let'em talk
I've been saving the world from twelve o'clock
Me and my brother got a job to do
You report the news and you let us do what we're gonna do
So that you never have to choose choose
You never have to choose
(Freedom is the burden
Freedom it is capitalistic
And this is not sacrifice
The burden of the president
Money cannot solve these problems
Freedom is money
Freedom is sacrifice)
You never have to choose
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Margaret Thatcher
03:23
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Who the fuck voted for Margaret Thatcher as she led us into ruin
And who the fuck voted for Margaret Thatcher as she led us into ruin
I read about the credit crunch in 1848
Well I see you just tuned in now well you're a little late
Let's pretend to act surprised as the bills come through our door
And this splendid pyramid is crashing through the floor
And who the fuck voted for Margaret Thatcher as she led us into ruin
'Cause if the kingdom has a king
And the empire has an emperor
What have you done to our country?
What have you done to our country?
You've immunized the population after they're already sick
You can try and watch my hands but you'll never figure out the trick
A little reverse engineering can go a long way
If you're playing with my money you better win every game
And nobody voted for Winston Churchill to lead us out of the storm
'Cause if the kingdom has a king
And the empire has an emperor
What have you done to our country?
What have you done to our country?
Who the fuck voted for Margaret Thatcher as she led us into ruin
And who the fuck voted for Margaret Thatcher as she led us into ruin
And nobody voted for Winston Churchill to lead us out of the storm
And nobody voted for Winston Churchill to lead us out of the storm
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6. |
Nhu
04:17
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Introverter Victoria, British Columbia
Victoria band playing only original material. UVic Battle of the Bands winner. Last lineup: Ian Bush, Doug Clayton, Chris
Buchan, Mike Ready, Brady Zomer. Past members: Jefferies, Langford, Gerrard, and Grimshaw.
Broke up as Introverter before second album could be completed. Some members went on to play as Boy Nun Boy Nun for a brief period before the band finally dissolved.
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