| Oh, the motor city’s burnin'
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| It ain’t no thing in the world that I can do
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| Don’t ya know
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| Don’t ya know the big D is burnin'?
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| Ain’t no thing in the world that Johnny can do
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| My home town burnin' down to the ground
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| Worser than Viet Nam
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| Well, it started on 12th and Clairmont, this mornin'
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| I just don’t know what it’s all about
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| Well, it started on 12th and Clairmont, this mornin'
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| I don’t know what it’s all about
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| The fire wagon kept comin'
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| The snipers just wouldn’t let 'em put it out
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| Fire bomb bustin' all around me
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| An' soldiers was ev’rywhere
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| Well, fire bomb fallin' all around me
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| And soldiers standin' ev’rywhere
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| I could hear the people screaming
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| Sirens fill the air
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| I don’t know what the trouble is
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| I can’t stay around to find it out
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| I don’t know, I don’t know
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| What the trouble is, this mo’nin'
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| I just can’t stay around to find it out
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| Takin' my wife an my family
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| And little Johnny Lee is clearin' out
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| The motor city’s burnin'
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| Ain’t a thing that I can do
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| Well, the motor city’s burnin'
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| Ain’t a thing that I can do
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| I just hope, people
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| It’ll never happen to you
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| Yes, yes, I could hear the fireman
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| Said, 'Look, get outta here
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| It’s too hot' |