by Walter Egan
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A stranger is knocking but don't let him in,
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The sound of the hunter don't be his victim,
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You open your door and then it's too late
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Ain't no way to argue with his .38.
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And just like the hunter who makes you afraid,
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The hidden persuaders appear everyday,
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So clever and cool the way that they run,
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Their sinister power hurts just like a gun.
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You think you are free but the choice ain't so wide,
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Political passion is side versus side,
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You straddle the fence and you're gonna find,
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The Pistols of Power, aim to make up your mind.
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You see Mr. Bigshot when he's on the TV,
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You feel his power, it's obscenity,
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You're under his thumb, the words that he's said,
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Are just like some bullets aimed right at your head.
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Pistols of Power
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Walter Egan |