Now that you set everybody free
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What you going to do about me?
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Don't want to be treated like some poor grateful clown
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I'd rather go back in the sweet underground
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Where I can tell the time by the colour of my skin
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And I know my neighbour 'cos he's the one, yes he's the one
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Who always turns me in
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A woman works the tunnel in the middle of the night
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Picking up every lost object in sight
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Handbags, toupees, lost legs and fingernails
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The black market eats up all your failures
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Her transistor offers no salvation or regrets
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No pool, no pets, no cigarettes
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Just non-stop Disco Tex and the Sex-o-lettes
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There's no name, there's no name
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There's no name, there's no name
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There's no name, there's no name
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For the pain we'll cause you again and again
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For the pain we'll cause you again and again
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The Liberation Forces make movies of their own
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Playing their Doors records and pretending to be stoned
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Drowning out a broadcast that wasn't authorised
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Incidentally the revolution will be televised
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With one head for business and another for good looks
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Until they started arriving with their rubber aprons and their butcher's hooks
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There's no name, there's no name
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There's no name, there's no name
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There's no name, there's no name
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For the pain we'll cause you again and again
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For the pain we'll cause you again and again
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They're hunting us down here with Liberty's light
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A handshaking double talking procession of the mighty
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Pursued by a T.V. crew and coming after them
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A limousine of singing stars and their brotherhood anthem
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The former dictator was impeccably behaved
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They're mopping up all the stubborn ones who just refuse to be saved
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I refuse to be saved
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Refuse To Be Saved
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| Elvis Costello |
