All is quiet on the Western front,
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There appears to be a lull.
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John and Jane Doe are sleeping well tonight
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With the little thoughts inside their skulls.
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Salome she's undressed to the nines
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Although a few pounds fatter.
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She's got Pavlov's bells on her ankles and wrists,
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She coming at you with her platter.
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They are building a new gallows
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when You show up on the street.
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Polishing the electric chair,
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They're gonna give You a front row seat.
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Heard a sneer outside the garden;
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Salutation so well-heeled:
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"Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville" x2
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I stole down to the waterfront
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To escape the desert heat.
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What on earth you gotta do around here
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To try and get yourself a drink
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Heard John the Baptist preaching
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Said: "Make way for the King,
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But if you wanna recognize him,
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You gotta tell me all your sins"
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They are building a new gallows
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when You show up on the street.
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Polishing the electric chair,
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They're gonna give You a front row seat.
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Heard a sneer outside the garden;
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Salutation so well-heeled:
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"Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville" x2
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I've been trying to negotiate peace
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With my own existence.
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She's gotta stockpile full of weaponry;
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She breaking every cease-fire agreement.
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Whole thing is full of decay
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As sure as I'm made of dust,
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And into rust I know the beast is calling.
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They are building a new gallows
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When You show up on the street.
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Polishing the electric chair,
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They're gonna give You a front row seat.
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Heard a sneer outside the garden;
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Salutation so well-heeled:
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"Final Stop! No points beyond Struggleville,
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"Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville"
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Welcome To Struggleville
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Edwin McCain |