T.M.H. Country Roads

Why do they always send the poor?

Barbarisms by Barbaras with pointed heels

Victorious victories kneel for brand new spanking deals

Marching forward, hypocritic and hypnotic computers

You depend on our protection, yet you feed us lies

Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time

Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine

Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses' dry mouth

Breaking into Fort Knox, stealing our intentions

Hangars sitting dripped in oil, crying, "Freedom"

Handed to obsoletion, still, you feed us lies

Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time

Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshinе

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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, ooh-ooh

Everybody's going to the party, have a rеal good time

Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, ooh-ooh