Well I wouldn't buy no merchandise
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And I wouldn't go to war
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And I mixed with other colours
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But the nurse doesn't care
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And I hide under blankets
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Or did I run away
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I really can't remember
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Last time I saw the light of day
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But I remember Sam
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'cause he was like me
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[CHORUS]
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Scream like a baby
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Sam was a gun
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And I never knew his last name
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And we never had no fun
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Well they came down hard on the faggots
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And they came down hard on the street
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They came down harder on Sam
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And they all knew he was beat
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He was thrown into the wagon
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Blindfolded, chains,
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and they stomped on us
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And took away our clothes and things
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And pumped us full of strange drugs
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And oh I saw Sam falling
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Spitting in their eyes
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But now I lay me down to sleep
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And now I close my eyes
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Now I'm learning
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to be a part of soc-society
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[CHORUS]
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No athletic program,
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no discipline, no book
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He just sat in the backseat
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swearing he'd seek revenge
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But he jumped into the furnace
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Singing old songs we loved
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[CHORUS (twice)]
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Scream Like A Baby
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David Bowie |