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St Mark's Place / A gypsy space

Lots of loose cats hangin round

Stray mates

Playin safe

With loads of drugs goin down

1968

Save the date

Earthquake

Shots fired round the globe / Signal the

Outbreak of a brand new brand of

Revolution

Vietnam's still crankin up / Up

Gettin washed and ready for sup-

Purr- purrrr- purrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

On TV

There / Where / The whole world can see

Mom / Dad / Big brother Dave

Little sis / Sittin on the sofa

Watchin a whole family

Take it in the face / But hey!

That's some other place

Simply say grace

Father in heaven / Right up above

Tell the rest of the world

They can shove

It

Over there / Over there

Let's declare

Keep it there / Over where

They ain't got a prayer

Listen to me / Attentively

Want you to eat

Sleep

Don't make a peep

Other people's problems are theirs to keep

Martin Luther King

Gunned down

From a roof top in

Memphis town

But hey!

That's Tennessee

Where they wiped out the Cherokee

We're secure / Tucked states away

In a cozy heartland suburb / Where

Fifty feet of grass

Keeps us safe from enemy attacks

Kiddies under cover

Can't sleep

Got to take a peek

OK / Alright

Tonight

Facts of life / See

Everybody's got rights

So long as they're whites

Besides

Those in the know know

Black folks were created to hand out

Towels / Though

They're man enough to fight

Every boy / Even white

Stripped to his skivvies joins

The Army

Better enlist / Before you get drafted

Resist / You're gonna get shafted

Boot camp

Stamp! Stamp!

Teach these smart-ass brats

A lesson in civics

No recess / Until after

The President's address

Salute / The Commander-In-Chief

Squirmin in his seat

I will not seek / Hell No!

Nor will I accept

We won't go!

My party's nomination for

58,128 of our boys dead

And more / Spent

A hundred fifty billion

For a dirty little war

He cannot win

From the halls of Montezu-U-ma

To the shores of TRIP-o-li

We will fight our country's ba-A-tles

Mired in the mud

Hup! Hup!

Hut to hut / Except for Tet

From high in the skies / B-52s will

Bomb these slanty-eyed gooks into

Oblivion