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Oh, well, well, well, well, well. Well, we`re looking at the cover, We`re spending all our time Just staring at the magazine. Well, look who`s on the cover Wasting all our time, Some pseudo-fascist hero machine. Oh, oh. Well, that`s no space for a human being. That man is not a hero or a saint. When somewhere in deepest America Grown men weep at the sound of his name. So it goes and it goes... (Chorus) All the girls named Gloria Sing sweetly out of key. The sun rose in the west today; Accidents in the land of the free. Oh, well, well, well, well, well. Well, I grew up where they showed you the body count In color on your dinner T.V. And I`ve been numbed so insensitive That all I can think about is you and me. You know children from the best homes, They all have guns and butter, The have their share of murder blue. Well, it`s not such a wiggy awesome good time When the shopping mall militia Point their cannons at you. So it goes... (Chorus) All the girls named Gloria Sing sweetly out of key. The sun rose in the west today; Accidents in the land of the free. I love this world harder in my imagination Than my conscience should allow, But accidents do happen; Accidents will happen. Don`t you dare to ask me how. Now everyone believed in The stories `bout the Cadillacs; Everybody`s got enough to eat. (Um-hmm.) And people always keep their eyes Glued to the ground When a desperate man, He`s gotta cling to the streets. And I swear to myself I will help them, I will be an upstanding man. Well, when I walk by and I hear them cry That money just sticks to my hands. What`s wrong with me? (Chorus) All the girls named Gloria Sing sweetly out of key. The sun rose in the west today; Accidents in the land of the free. I love this world harder in my imagination Than my conscience should allow, But accidents do happen; Accidents will happen. Don`t you dare to ask me how. On and on it goes... All the girls named Gloria Sing sweetly out of key. The sun rose in the west today; Accidents in the land of the free.
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