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We've taken all you've given Yet it's gettin' hard to make a livin' Mr. President have pity on the working man We ain't asking you to love us You may
Can you judge a man By the way he wears his hair? Can you read his mind By the clothes that he wears? Can you see a bad man By the pattern on his tie?
The sun shines on the aluminium I guess this must be the home of the hitmen
So I find myself among The brave Southwestern hills Running like a madman on the moor Let the sweet Atlantic rain Wash away my youth The Men-An-Tol shone
All around I hear the sound of money But I ain't got a nickel to my name And everywhere I look I see temptation She stands on every corner and calls my
Man down at the bus stop do you want worse Bundles of jumble, rocks You got mud on your mouth (Mmm) Do you like it? Beg the doctor ???????????? Go and
Well, he was one of the millions Who signed up to defend us long ago in 1941 When they sucker punched us in Pearl Harbor He fought under Macarthur seventeen
The fire is burning, the heroes are dead Their ashes been spread out, all the prayers been said But they fought for their country and they died for their
So he's retired Lives with his sister in a furnished flat He's got this suit that He'll never wear outside without a hat His hair is white but he looks