Politician and a stewardess
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Underneath the monuments and the moon
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He talked of national security
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She talked of Paris in June
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(chorus)
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The lucky ones if they're out tonight
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Can see cherry blossoms blooming
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Or ride white carriages beneath city lights But Lincoln's eyes of stone stare cool
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As if bored of the reflecting pool
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Or hardened by what's hidden from his sight They're rioting in the capitol tonight...
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Now the Joneses from Poughkeepsie
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Rest mall-weary legs in the hotel pool
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They're soaking up reflections
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The kids are glad they're out of school
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The museums were overcrowded
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White House lines were much too long
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But the sights, they were quite beautiful It's good to know where the tax money's gone...
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New Light on your Halo
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Welcome to the city where we're rich on pride and pity Where a schoolboy, just a fool
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boy, gets shot down in daylight A state of shock, a face down on the sidewalk Who's
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seeing God and gets the nod to Heaven like a hawk Who keeps the score when the city goes to war -- By guns, by deaths, by money?
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A man in a black coat standing in the gun-smoke Sips on white milk and honey...
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This can be the playground of the feeble Where the mindless mix the soil of play with evil A child becomes the means because innocence is believable To all, to all, to all, but their mother's eyes New light on your halo
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And it ain't shining brightly
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Washington DC 5/91
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| Ellis Paul |
