Cats got your tongue
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The jungle's won
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Enemy lines trippin' your mama's son
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But you say
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You're keepin' us safe
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In the hands
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Of a god fearin' man
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We turn our backs
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he shakes the devils hand
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I believe
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We been deceived
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Now you got my nylons in a rip
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Runnin round tryin to make sense of it
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Trying to grow flowers in your bullshit
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You'd put out the sun if you got hold of it
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Oh say can you see
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The dawn of catastrophe
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So many tears people drown in the streets
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Whatcha doin'
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'Bout New Orleans
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Pennies keep droppin
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But nobody's stopping
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You'll wash your hands and we'll be stuck with the problem
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Sell the fear
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Then disappear
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Nylons In A Rip
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| Nikka Costa |
