| Come together, one and all
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| And hear what they’ve got to say
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| They’re here, to save your soul
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| And come and save the day
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| The soapbox is open
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| As long as you’ve got the cash
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| A quick speech, a photo op
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| Take the money man, take the money man
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| Hey mister who’s to blame
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| If you’ve got no reasons, got no shame
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| Your black suit fits you nice
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| But you’ll get nowhere till you
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| Name your price
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| They’ll tell you what you want to hear
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| They’ll make your problems disappear
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| Now they’ve got you feeling fine
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| But they won’t understand
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| Unless you speak they’re native tongue
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| Money’s the language, where they come from!
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| Hey mister who’s to blame
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| If you’ve got no reasons, got no shame
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| Your black suit fits you nice
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| But you’ll get nowhere till you
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| Name your price
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| Hey mister who’s to blame
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| If you’ve got no reasons, got no shame
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| Your black suit fits you nice
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| But you’ll get nowhere till you
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| Name your price!
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| Oh, whoa, oh-oh-oh!
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| Oh, whoa, oh-oh-oh!
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| Oh, whoa, oh-oh-oh!
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| Sign, Sign
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| Just on the dotted line
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| Sign, Sign
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| Just on the dotted line
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| Sign, Sign
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| Just on the dotted line
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| Sign, Sign, Sign!
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| Hey mister who’s to blame
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| If you’ve got no reasons, got no shame (Sign!)
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| Your black suit fits you nice
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| But you’ll get nowhere till you
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| Name your price
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| Hey mister who’s to blame
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| If you’ve got no reasons, got no shame
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| Your black suit fits you nice
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| But you’ll get nowhere till you
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| Name your price! |