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In the middle of the road you see the darndest things
Like fat guys driving 'round in jeeps through the city
Wearing big diamond rings and silk suits
Past corrugated tin shacks full up with kids
And man, I don't mean a Hampstead nursery
But when you own a big chunk of the bloody Third World
The babies just come with the scenery

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Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead-end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Alright, let's go

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So you think your schooling is phoney
I guess it's hard not to agree
You say, "It all depends on money
And who is in your family tree"

 

Right (right), you're bloody well right
You got a bloody right to say
Right, you're bloody well right
You know, you got a right to say

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A lady that I know just came from Columbia
She smiled because I did not understand
Then she held out some marijuana ha-ha
She said it was the best in all the land


And I said:
No no no no, I don't smoke it no more
I'm tired of waking up on the floor
No, thank you, please,

It only makes me sneeze
And then it makes it hard to find the door

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We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile, yeah
We didn't have much time now

 

Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground

 

Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
(Smoke) on the water, you guys are great

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All that you touch
And all that you see
All that you taste
All you feel

 

And all that you love
And all that you hate
All you distrust
All you save

 

And all that you give
And all that you deal
And all that you buy
Beg, borrow or steal

 

And all you create
And all you destroy
And all that you do
And all that you say

 

And all that you eat
And everyone you meet (everyone you meet)
And all that you slight
And everyone you fight

 

And all that is now
And all that is gone
And all that's to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon

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Train roll on
On down the line, won't you
Please take me far away

Now I feel the wind blow
Outside my door, means I'm
I'm leaving my woman at home, Lordy

Tuesday's gone with the wind
Oh, my baby's gone, with the wind

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Well, I'm just out of school
Like a real, real cool
Gotta dance like a fool
Got the message that
I've gotta be a wild one
Oh yeah, I'm a wild one

Gonna break and loose
Gonna keep a movin' wild
Gonna keep a swingin', baby
I'm a real wild child

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From my tape deck there's a recklessness
Inflections of the world we want
All my friends, my rusty truck
We're just specks of love, directionless
Call this band just what we want
We can change the name from month to month
Four guitars and zero drums
We sounded folk but we wanted to be punk

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