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Feel like I'm livin' under some kind of hexLivin' in here in this industrial military complexDoesn't really help when I read Time magazineCause they only distort the sceneThe sky is so hazy I can't even see the sunLivin' here is like livin' under a gunI really do wonder 'bout the United NationsWhy don't they face the situations
I'm a troubadourLookin' for a dreamI'm a troubadourLookin' for some dream
Lord, I'm so tired of payin' all of these duesFrom Sunday to Sunday all I hear is bad newsTired of the war and those industrial foolsGot to make it better cause I've got nothin' to lose
Ain't too clear to pay my income taxes'Specially when I know it goes to kill the massesLove to hear the President make it perfectly clearHow the donkeys and the elephants are police up here
I'm a troubadourLookin for a dreamI'm a troubadourLookin for some dream
Lord, I'm so tired of payin' all of these duesFrom Sunday to Sunday all I hear is bad newsTired of the war and those industrial foolsI've got to make it better cause I've got nothin' loseWon't somebody help me cause I've gotten in my shoesThose industrial military complex blues
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