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it's thinking time
03:42
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It's thinking time in the daytime
It's thinking time in the night
It's thinking time in the daytime
It's thinking time in the night
Sitting at home and listening to the radio
High-grade grass you know it was from Ontario
The man in stereo says the news is bad, but we’re so glad
Northwest winds moving in, you know that can't be so bad
So you've got to sit at home and listen to the radio
Smokin' high-grade grass you know she said it came from Ontario
Chorus
Skies coming down all around, makes the streets so damn pretty
No school no books no roads you're off the hook, in a snow-blinded city
Word on the wild wild web says you might as well head on back to bed
There's nothing you can do no matter what your IQ sleepyhead
So you've got to sit at home and listen to the radio
Smokin' high-grade grass you know she said it came from Ontario
Chorus
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2. |
pretty (can't find love)
03:03
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Pretty rows of houses
With lots of pretty lights
Pretty people having five and dime affairs
With the pretty no names of a lonely night
Pretty cars in driveways
With pretty double-car garage
Pretty storefronts selling cocaine candy
To pretty people in the Land of Oz
Chorus
Can’t find love, you can’t find love
No you can’t find love, anymore
Can’t find love, you can’t find love
No you can’t feel love, anymore
Look at all the pretty steel towers
With lots of pretty glass
Pretty teams making fame and fortune
For pretty priests at the Wall Street mass
Chorus
Pretty rows of houses
With lots of pretty lights
Chorus
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Blue skies in a daylight daydream
Freedom fighters, fighting for you and me
In the name of the twenty-first century (you're gonna see)
Blue skies in a daylight daydream
Breakdown at the border crossing lines
Playgrounds of guns and mortar and might
Shakedown of law and order tonight (there's gonna be)
Breakdown at the border crossing lines
Chorus
Peacemaking here, there and everywhere
There’s a fever, feel it risin’ in the air
So fragile got to handle with loving care or it will be
War weeping, no peacekeeping anywhere
Chorus
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daddy laughed
05:33
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Tall lankey grass higher than I have grown
Findin’ my way back to where I think I came from
Daddy and fishin’ poles, lemonade, waterin’ holes
Braids in my hair, velvet rock on my soles
Chorus
Daddy, daddy it’s cold in the water
Silly, silly you’re silly my daughter
Daddy laughed, daddy laughed daddy laughed
Daddy laughed, oh my daddy laughed
Minnows are slippin’ through fingers to freedom
Face getting’ freckly, the sun is the reason
Sit on the tailgate, eat my fried chicken
Sleep with my canopy, willows are breathin’
Chorus
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5. |
dark roads
03:06
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Did you trade your god for guns?
Did you sell your daughters for sons?
Have you washed away the tears with rain?
Have you packaged your pity with their pain?
Did you give away day for night?
Did you lose humanity in a fight?
Have you turned your back to the morning sun?
Will you take your blindness on the run?
Chorus
Dark roads going nowhere
Dark roads everywhere
Dark roads going nowhere
Dark roads you don’t care
Did you peddle your freedom for fame?
Did you find your truths in a poker game?
Have you walked away from a child in need?
Do you laugh when you turn and hear them scream?
Tell me what you believe
What makes you cry, what makes you bleed?
Dark roads going nowhere
Dark roads everywhere
Dark roads going nowhere
Dark roads you don’t care
Did you trade your god for guns?
Sell your daughters for sons?
Have you washed away the tears with rain?
Package your pity with their pain?
Chorus
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manhattan's basement
02:05
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Just a cold grey city
It doesn’t look pretty
A trash can of sleeze
And social disease
Rejects in the gutter
The kids choose another
Playing games of amazement
In Manhattan’s basement
Chorus
New York City
Rotted to the core
New York City
I’m going back for more
Walk in central park
But you don’t go after dark
It’s a green paradise of preservation
Where the trees and birds are saved from urbanization
From Strawberry Fields to Grand Central Station
Chorus
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7. |
are you free on sunday?
02:15
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Are you free on Sunday?
I’ve got to talk with you
I’ve got to walk with you
Can I see you, can I meet you
Are you free on Sunday?
Are you free on Sunday?
I’ve got to demonstrate
Across from Heaven’s gate
Can you see us, can you meet us
Are you free on Sunday?
Are you free on Sunday?
Are you free on Sunday?
Guess you’ve got to stay there
Cause everybody prays there
Can we see you, can we meet you
Are you free on Sunday?
Are you free on Sunday?
Are you free on Sunday?
Are you free on Sunday?
Are you free on Sunday?
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8. |
animal fever
04:36
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Locked at will in pens and cages
Factory farms and circus stages
Sad and cold as winter rain
When does it stop, when does it change?
So much pain, so much suffering
Leaves my mind numb, leaves me wondering
Peacock feathered hats of sorts
Endangered coats and wraps and so much more
Yes Grade A meat is murder
There’s no defense for the butcher, or the sheepherder
Must be their sad, cold pathology
A disordered hurt, and personality
Fake fur hunts and pet store training
Cats and dogs but hey it's not raining
Watchful wildlife welfare cops
Suspicious minds and body shops
Pools of sorrow, hands of tyranny
Cries from nature of injusticies
Locked at will in pens and cages
Factory farms and circus stages
Sad and cold as winter rain
When does it stop, when does it change?
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9. |
why oh why
02:52
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Why does it seem
The world paints in shades of grey and green
That's what they say, what does it mean?
What does it mean,
When life becomes a freak show
Well I just don't know
Got no time for rainbows
Don't know which way to go
It's not what you're sayin'
It's not what you're thinkin'
I'm goin' insane you know
Can't you see it's breakin' me
Why oh why, will I die, should I cry?
Why oh why Lord, why oh why?
I'm goin' insane you know
Can't you see it's breakin' me
Why oh why oh why?
And why do they say
Count your blessings each and every day
Think I lost you somewhere 'long the way
Along the way
You walk before you run
You learned to use a gun
Shot a man in cold blood
Outside the lonely hearts club
It's not what we’re sayin'
It's not what we’re thinkin'
I'm goin' insane you know
Can't you see it's breakin' me
Why oh why, should I cry, will I die?
Why oh why Lord, why oh why?
I'm goin' insane you know
Can't you see it's breakin' me
Why oh why oh why?
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10. |
seven monkeys on my back
03:32
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The fields are flooding across the Plains
First Nations rise, avenging blame
The currency traders are putting us all to shame
Kyoto’s deep-frying in Japan
The world’s on alert “Beware of Man”
The carbon makers are getting mad, it’s so sad
The Queen had tea and a fall from grace
Advertising men always in your face
The Washington Post died I heard on Tuesday
The mad scientists are now making a case
New gods in the Frankenstein race
Even good looks won’t get you there it’s bad taste
Helen Keller liked what she couldn’t see
Karl Marx paid he didn’t write for free
Now court jester’s on the loose, it’s a tragedy
Kennedy died in a mystery
What can you do he said to me
It’s not about you my son it’s not about me
The doctors put a madman inside my head
Some heavy baggage but I’ve got no trip I said, I’ve got
Seven monkeys on my back, a new working class
Seven monkeys on my back, a new working class
Seven monkeys on my back, a new working class
The fields are flooding across the Plains
First Nations rise, avenging blame
The currency traders still putting us all to shame
The currency traders still putting us all to shame
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