You walk around in circles,
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I walk around in squares.
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Another round of musical chairs.
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And maybe no one really cares about the way we walk.
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The record stores are out of stock,
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and all we want is bloody rock and roll.
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And clearly this is not the way to go.
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I saw it in the mirror,
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the ghost of Chairman Mao.
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He had three money symbols on his brow.
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And he will show the children how to wear their cowboy boots,
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bowler hats and prison suits,
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and watch while Neil Armstrong shoots the moon.
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But he's never gonna get there by balloon.
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I thought you weren't allowed here,
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I thought they crossed your name.
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And that would be your only claim to fame.
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Well, it's a big fat crying shame,
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the way you lost your touch.
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The soapbox weighed a bit too much.
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And all this talking feels like such a waste.
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And now you've crossed the boundaries of good taste.
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Your only option now's to be replaced.
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Musical Chairs
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Lemon Demon |