Without an invitation
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it used to be more fun
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surveillance through the dry bush
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you knew the art of ring and run
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and hid behind the t-bird
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unless the door would open first
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you had a talent for excuses...
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an innocent who'd been coerced
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you had to have it all rehearsed when
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knocking at the big house
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knocking at the big house
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It always seemed the easiest
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when it didn't mean that much
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though you welcomed competition
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you had an ace no one could touch
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but didn't have a short clue
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that this gift's a given thing
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call it camouflage or filthy rags
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it was not enough to let it ring
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you had to sign this offering by
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knocking at the big house
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knocking at the big house
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Now there's nothing to conceal you
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you come in from the front
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the hedges have been cut back
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and you're much too old for scavenger hunt
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maybe you're collecting
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donations for the cause
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it may be now or never
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so let it ring
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don't you pause
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you are not breaking any laws when
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knocking at the big house
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knocking at the big house
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keep your eye up to the keyhole
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what do you see now
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you'll be
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knocking at the big house
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knocking at the big house
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Big House
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Michael Penn |