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Bats in the Belfry

old man river saidyou can go your own wayif you just leave him alonedo not deliver all your things todaywe are going homeoh mama we now so hungary [CHORUS:]I got bats in the belfryI’m in the kitchen, boiling societyI’m in the open catching all the leaveswe all see what we want old man river…oh mama

Bang Bang

she woke me up with a bang, banglooking over cross eyed had a bighunch that the world was a big liewhen I got up all the blood to my headI got so dizzy fell back to my bedI went over to the way sidelooking for the high tidewhat will I find will I find will

Here We Go

[CHORUS:]here we goleave it on the back burnertake it to the dry town I got the mean time slippin’ downthe slide some uptight right wing,political homicide, do what you want,take what you will, take it in like a southpaw, flip it on the grillbourgeoise, protocolbottoms up boys this is the last callhappy hour doesn’t last

Bridges (Stringth In Numbers)

the furrowed bed of sand worries againas it had before, waves left the land.for the falling leaves the child weepeing alone,he’s letting go of the anchor and all the lines…waiting for the fingers of the grey waveof his mother’s hand to roll over himwith endless water… 10,000 bridgesshow me father.now I’m older, now much olderand

Born Normal

orn a normal child, but the dream it didn’t last longwould you hold him down, my god why does he hang onsomeone do somethign, don’t turn in disgustlook him in the eyescan he hear us- can he hear uscalling back to my friendwon’t you write me again, won’t you say this is the endeight years

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