| I’m sick of working for a living
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| I’m just ticking off the days till I die
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| Oh, I miss you Louise, yeah
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| And the sickest little pleasures keep me going in between pulling teeth
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| Oh, periscope up
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| I’ve been looking for a ladder
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| I need to see the Commander In Chief, ooh
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| And remind him what was passed on to me, oh
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| Your mum don’t sleep, oh
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| And the friends you keep
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| I didn’t raise a thief
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| I didn’t raise a thief
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| But the leaders of the free world
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| Are just little boys throwing stones
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| And it’s easy to ignore
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| Till they’re knocking on the door of your homes, yeah
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| My thinking isn’t driven, oh
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| But the music always gives me a lift
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| I’m so easy to please, yeah
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| But I think we dropped the baton like the 60's didn’t happen, oh no
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| Oh, periscope up
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| Should be looking for a ladder
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| I need to see the Commander In Chief, ooh
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| And remind him what was passed on to you and me, oh
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| Your mum don’t sleep, oh
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| And the friends you keep
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| I didn’t raise a thief
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| I didn’t raise a thief
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| But the leaders of the free world
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| Are just little boys throwing stones
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| And it’s easy to ignore
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| Till they’re knocking on the door of your homes
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| But the leaders of the free world
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| Are just little boys throwing stones
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| And it’s easy to ignore
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| Till they’re knocking on the door of your homes
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| Passing the gun from father to feckless son
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| We’re climbing a landslide where only the good die young
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| Passing the gun from father to feckless son
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| We’re climbing a landslide where only the good die young
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| (Passing the gun from father to feckless son)
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| Oh, periscope up
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| I’ve been looking for a ladder
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| (We're climbing a landslide where only the good die young)
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| I need to see the Commander In Chief, ooh
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| And remind him what was passed on to me, oh
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| (Passing the gun from father to feckless son)
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| Oh, periscope up
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| I’ve been looking for a ladder
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| (We're climbing a landslide where only the good die young) |