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I′m sick of working for a living
I'm just ticking off the days ′til I die
Oh, I miss you in weeks, yeah
And the sickest little places keep me going in between pulling teeth
Well, periscope up
I've been looking for a ladder
I need to see the commander in chief
Ooh, and remind you what was passed on to me
Oh, well, your mom don't sleep
Oh, and the friends you keep
I didn′t raise a thief
I didn′t raise a thief
But the leaders of the free world are just little boys throwing stones
And it's easy to ignore ′til they're
Knocking on the door of your homes
Oh, yeah
My thinking isn′t driven
Oh, but the music always gives me a lift
I'm so easy to please, yeah
But I think we dropped the baton like the ′60s didn't happen, oh no
Well, periscope up
Should be looking for a ladder
I need to see the commander in chief
Ooh, and remind you what was passed on to you and me
Oh, your mom don't sleep
Oh, and the friends you keep
I didn′t raise a thief
I didn′t raise a thief
But the leaders of the free world are just little boys throwing stones
And it's easy to ignore ′til they're
Knocking on the door of your homes
Oh, the leaders of the free world are just little boys throwing stones
And it′s easy to ignore 'til they′re
Knocking on the door of your homes
Passing the guns from father to feckless son
We're caught in a landslide where only the good die young
Passing the guns from father to feckless son
We're caught in a landslide where only the good die young
Passing the guns from father to feckless son
We′re caught in a landslide where only the good die young
Passing the guns from father to feckless son
We′re caught in a landslide where only the good die young
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Writer(s): Richard Barry Jupp, Guy Edward John Garvey, Craig Lee Potter, Peter James Turner, Mark Potter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
