We All Got Out (of the Army)

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I called up to the district in question
 A full mismatch goes with everything and anything
 Yeah anywhere with anything and everything
 You know the rules
 Call the crooks
 Fasten the hooks
 Plaster the hair
 I said I would like to have it while I'm still alive
 I need six or seven, they said you can have five
 Inches, seconds, minutes, years, have you got the drive
 Pick up the phones
 Call the crooks
 Loosen the pants
 Privation enhanced
 Discontent and anger are the devils
 On each shoulder with missing an angel
 Who's gone silent in America
 Battling, imaging the requisite
 Ever consumer
 The immediate high speed delivery
 One wants the commune
 One wants it all
 The brand name means it all
 So the angels sells the trailer
 Sets the kids free
 And gets rid of the TV
 And drives off to find more
 While the discontent rages on
 Buying houses and big cars
 Cursing who out bids the auction
 Laughing the whole time
 His belly flops EP.
 One wants to commune
 One wants it all
 The brand name means it all
 So the angels sells the trailer
 Sets the kids free
 And gets rid of the TV
 And drives off to find more
 Spend the day
 Moderation sits cross-legged in the corner
 The world insane
 Waiting for the rain to come down
 Spend the day
 Moderation sits cross-legged in the corner
 The world insane
 Waiting for the rain to come down

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Duration
03:23
Key
2
Tempo
157 BPM

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