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Drag it Down
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(Sullivan/Heaton/Morrow)
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They started work this morning
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Down at city square
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They're pulling down the statues
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Of our great grandfather's hero
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The new books said he wasn't such a great man after all
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And anyway remember that the times they are a-changing
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Ch:
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Pull it down, drag it down
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Till there's nothing to look up to
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But the brand names on the posters all around
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They proved on television last night
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God was just a lie
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He never made the world at all
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It was just some sweet old fashioned rite
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So melt down all the ornaments
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Move out all the graves
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And let us build the disco that we need for our young 'braves'
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Ch:
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Pull it down, drag it down
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Till the hopes and dreams of all the ages
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Past are shattered on the ground
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We think we are so clever killing heroes, killing magic -
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till everything that's sacred is brought down to our level -
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for Mammon is a jealous master - leaves no room for any other
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All the questions left unanswered
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All the answers gone forever
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So bow to the woman in the finest fur
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Bow to the man with the ace street cool
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Bow to the woman with all the power
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Bow to the man with all the money
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In whose sight are we equal now?
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Now that we've killed God
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Drag it Down
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| New Model Army |
