Down by the river
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Three sickle mounted souls,
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Lay wined on the green leaf,
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Digging their rock 'n' roll,
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Hey hey, digging their rock 'n' roll.
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Slashed by the wild geese,
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The silence it did tear,
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Sticks swung in violence,
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You America murdered there
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Hey hey, young America murdered there.
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As one soul lay dying,
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Only two were there to care.
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On through the valleys,
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Sad sickle clowns they ride.
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Pressed tight against morning,
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Beneath the blackened sky.
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Hey hey, beneath the blackened sky.
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There on a hill of gold
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Wild children play.
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They bend to pick the flowers.
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The sun dissolves the day.
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Hey hey, the sun dissolves the day.
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If you can't close one eye,
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Then turn the other way.
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Faces bark in anger,
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With savage bitter words,
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Twist against the friendship,
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With rapid shots they're blurred.
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Hey hey, with rapid shots they're blurred.
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There by the highway
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Two sickles melt in flames.
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They burn without the knowledge
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Of why their lives were claimed,
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Hey hey, why their lives were claimed.
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As the smoke drifts skyward
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We search for those to blame .....
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SICKLE CLOWNS
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| Pretty Things |
