Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please
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And if things don't change soon, he will.
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'Cause man has invented his doom,
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The first step was touching the moon.
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Now, there's a woman on my block,
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She just sits there as the night gets still.
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She says who will take away his license to kill?
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Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life
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And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill,
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And they bury him with stars,
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Sell his body like they do used cars.
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But there's a woman on my block,
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She just sits there facin' the hill.
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She says who will take away his license to kill?
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Now, he's hell-bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused,
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And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.
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Until all he believes are his eyes
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And his eyes just tell him lies.
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But there's a woman on my block,
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Sitting there in a cold chill.
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She says who will take away his license to kill?
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Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool
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And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled.
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Oh, man wants it all his own way,
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And he is opposed to fair play.
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But there's a woman on my block,
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She just sits there as the night grows still.
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She say who will take away his license to kill?
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License To Kill
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The Waterboys |