Put your guns out on the table
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Throw your bullets on the floor
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This weary old house
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can't take it anymore
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From the ovens in the kitchen
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To the chains out in the dirt
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Rope hanging in the bedroom
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That's some of our dirty work
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The distant sleeping shadows
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That lie out in the yard
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The wind that distorts the meanings
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Of who we really are
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Saluting of ourselves
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As we pass by our mirrors
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This show of phony adulation
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Just masquerades all our fears
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So we open up our eyes at midnight
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See the setting of the sun
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Foundation is crumbling
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The inner structure's gone
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Used up by corruption
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And the passage of time
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We hope we've got some fight left
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Cause our children
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Our children are dying
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So we think that forgiveness
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Is a God given right
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And equality for all
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Is just a waste of our time
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With our nickel plated Jesus
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Chained around are necks
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Handing out verses of scripture
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Like we wrote it down ourselves
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Respect that we once had
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Went up the water spout
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Tried to keep it secret
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But the secret was found out
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Got to thinking high and mighty
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Like everything was a lock
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Some now say this house
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Can be taken without a shot
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So the hole gets dug deeper
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With every wedding bell
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And we sell each other down the road
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Until there's nothing left to sell
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And slowly but surely
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We disappear without a trace
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We point our fingers at each other
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And say what the hell happened to this place
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Without a shot
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Without a shot
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Without a shot
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Without A Shot
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John Mellencamp |