My friend John he's a flattop
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He's a cop on the eastern side
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He's a watchdog sent on a paper bag
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chase where the children's
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Guns all hide in the school yard
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Cops are angry
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Kids are angry
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But no one is to blame
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Is it loaded?
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Does it make you feel OK?
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Would you do it?
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Is it loaded?
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All your strength in a bullet shell
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Would you do it?
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His girl Jane she's a good one
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In the night she'll always pray
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That a twelve year old boy
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packing more than his lunch
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Ain't the statistical end to her husband's day
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Cops are angry
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Kids are angry
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But no one is to blame
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Sunny stands on the corner and plans a surprise
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For his wedding day
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He got his meal on a brown bag deal
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And gets stopped by a cop on his way
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The gun barrel size really widens his eyes
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As he hopes for a chance to explain
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And now the flowers and people
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Cry up to the steeple and beg for someone
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Won't you please explain?
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Is it loaded...?
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Loaded
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| Sister Seven |
