| One night, the kid cut off his right arm
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| In a bid to save some power
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| He got fifty thousand watts
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| In a big acoustic tower
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| Security’s so tight tonight
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| Oh we’re waiting for a tussle
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| You’ve gotta keep your backstage passes
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| 'Cause the promoter had the muscle
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| It goes, it goes, it goes, so it goes
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| But where it’s goin', no one knows
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| It goes, it goes, it goes, so it goes
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| But where it’s goin', no one knows
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| In the twin towers, sit our head of nations
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| Worthy men from Spain to Siam
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| All day discussions with the Russians
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| But they still went ahead and vetoed the plan
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| Up jumped the U.S. representative
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| He’s the one with the tired eyes
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| 747 for the midnight condition
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| Flyin' back from a peace keepin' mission
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| It goes, it goes, it goes, so it goes
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| But where it’s goin', no one knows
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| It goes, it goes, it goes, so it goes
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| But where it’s goin', no one knows
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| In the air there’s absolution, in the wake of a snaky Persian
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| On his arm there’s a skin tight version
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| Wonder why she applies she’s a-hissin'
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| It goes, it goes, it goes, so it goes
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| But where it’s goin', no one knows
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| It goes, it goes, it goes, so it goes
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| But where it’s goin', no one knows
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| I need my home
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| But where it’s goin', no one knows
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| I need my home
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| But where it’s goin', I don’t know |