They're rioting in my front yard
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They're sending in the National Guard
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People lootin, people shootin, baby I ain't just tootin my horn
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They're rioting in my front yard
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They're grabbing all the beer and diapers
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And don't forget the windshield wipers
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Fifty pairs, who cares? Man we'll sell' em at the fair
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And yeah they're rioting in my front yard
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They're burning Manny, Moe, and Jack
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The Pep Boys got a broken back
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They're stealin' clothes and breaking toes
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Hey, did you see that broken nose?
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And man, they're rioting in my front yard
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The news you can't miss, no
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It looks like a hit show
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The choppers are taking to the air
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The walls are coming down
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And yeah they're burning up this town
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At least the ratings will be up this year (Burn baby, burn)
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Now Rodney King may not have been a saint
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But what they did to him could make you faint
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We hear the whip, we hear the crack, and just because his skin was black
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Now they're rioting in my front yard
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Now a man ain't got a reason to smile
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If he gets a beating without a trial
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Hey wouldn't you be pissed they said Gorillas in the Mist
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And now they're rioting in my front yard
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Half these people haven't got a clue
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They're stealing clothes and saying, "Rodney who?"
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They've got it all wrong, it seems we'll never get along
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And now they're rioting in my front yard
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Well man, they're rioting in my front yard
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Oh yeah, they're rioting in my front yard
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Rioting
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