Well I'm about to get sick
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From watchin' my TV
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Been checkin' out the news
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Until my eyeballs fail to see
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I mean to say that every day
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Is just another rotten mess
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And when it's gonna change, my friend
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Is anybody's guess
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So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
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Hopin' for the best
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Even think I'll go to prayin'
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Every time I hear 'em sayin'
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That there's no way to delay
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That trouble comin' every day
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No way to delay
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That trouble comin' every day
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Wednesday I watched the riot...
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Seen the cops out on the street
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Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff
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And chokin' in the heat
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Listened to reports
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About the whisky passin' 'round
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Seen the smoke and fire
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And the market burnin' down
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Watched while everybody
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On his street would take a turn
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To stomp and smash and bash and crash
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And slash and bust and burn
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And I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
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Hopin' for the best
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Even think I'll go to prayin'
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Every time I hear 'em sayin'
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That there's no way to delay
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That trouble comin' every day
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No way to delay
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That trouble comin' every day
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Well, you can cool it,
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You can heat it...
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'Cause, baby, I don't need it...
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Take your TV tube and eat it
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'N all that phony stuff on sports
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'N all the unconfirmed reports
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You know I watched that rotten box
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Until my head begin to hurt
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From checkin' out the way
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The newsman say they get the dirt
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Before the guys on channel so-and-so
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And further they assert
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That any show they'll interrupt
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To bring you news if it comes up
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They say that if the place blows up
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They will be the first to tell,
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Because the boys they got downtown
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Are workin' hard and doin' swell,
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And if anybody gets the news
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Before it hits the street,
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They say that no one blabs it faster
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Their coverage can't be beat
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And if another woman driver
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Gets machine-gunned from her seat
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They'll send some joker with a brownie
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And you'll see it all complete
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So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
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Hopin' for the best
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Even think I'll go to prayin'
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Every time I hear 'em sayin'
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That there's no way to delay
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That trouble comin' every day
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No way to delay
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That trouble comin' every day
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Hey, you know something people?
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I'm not black
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But there's a whole lots a times
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I wish I could say I'm not white
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Well, I seen the fires burnin'
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And the local people turnin'
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On the merchants and the shops
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Who used to sell their brooms and mops
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And every other household item
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Watched the mob just turn and bite 'em
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And they say it served 'em right
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Because a few of them are white,
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And it's the same across the nation
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Black and white discrimination
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Yellin' "You can't understand me!"
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'N all that other jazz they hand me
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In the papers and TV and
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All that mass stupidity
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That seems to grow more every day
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Each time you hear some nitwit say
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He wants to go and do you in
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Because the color of your skin
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Just don't appeal to him
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(No matter if it's black or white)
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Because he's out for blood tonight
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You know we got to sit around at home
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And watch this thing begin
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But I bet there won't be many live
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To see it really end
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'Cause the fire in the street
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Ain't like the fire in the heart
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And in the eyes of all these people
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Don't you know that this could start
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On any street in any town
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In any state if any clown
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Decides that now's the time to fight
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For some ideal he thinks is right
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And if a million more agree
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There ain't no Great Society
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As it applies to you and me
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Our country isn't free
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And the law refuses to see
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If all that you can ever be
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Is just a lousy janitor
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Unless your uncle owns a store
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You know that five in every four
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Just won't amount to nothin' more
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Gonna watch the rats go across the floor
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And make up songs about being poor
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Blow your harmonica, son!
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Trouble Every Day
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Frank Zappa |