| Alright, fellas, listen up
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| First and foremost, when you’re in a band
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| It’s supposed to sound like you’re all playing the same song
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| At the same time, okay?
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| Put it on, out it on, put it on, yeah
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| Go and make it happen
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| Our city is full of freaks and clowns
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| Pass it on, pass it on, pass it on
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| Yeah, come on, let it happen
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| We’re brothers in arms against a clampdown
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| There’s girls and riots and rumours uptown
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| There’s money to make, there’s money to count
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| There’s a whole lot o nothing to fill my mind
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| There’s a reason to run and it’s filthy crime
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| Filthy crime
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| Yeah
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| That’s the way it goes
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| It’s a dead endeavor
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| Oh, that’s the way it goes
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| At least we’re in this together
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| Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
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| My dear, make it happen
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| All I ever wanted was keeping you warm
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| Carry on, get along, drop your g-g-g-guns
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| And make it happen
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| We’re brothers in arms for a good time
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| There’s girls and riots and rumours uptown
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| There’s money to make, there’s money to count
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| There’s bombs and tribes and too many shrines
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| A solution to your problems and a bottle of wine
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| There’s a whole lot o nothing to fill your mind
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| There’s radical signs and there’s filthy crime
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| Filthy crime
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| Oh, oh, oh, that’s the way it goes
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| It’s a dead endeavor
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| Oh, that’s the way it goes
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| At least we’re in this together
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| That’s the way it goes
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| It’s a dead endeavor
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| Oh, that’s the way it goes
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| At least we’re in this together, yeah, yeah |