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And when the dawn breaks through the drums start
Beating the morning to the farm
Your grimace widens and your lips part
Sounding the silent alarm

And when the bells explode they scatter
Hitching a hand unto the breeze
The grand bureaucracy grows fatter
Whistling the old melodies

Oh-ee-oh goes the Buckingham jewel guard
Oh-ee-oh goes the cop on the beat
Oh-ee-oh goes the kid in the schoolyard
Oh-ee-oh goes the kid on the street

Hey man what's happenin' with you?
I watched that episode too
Maybe I'll get some Chinese
I'll have the dumplings, no MSG please

And when the night breaks through they wonder
If all they lost was self respect
They pass the homes of greed and plunder
Still, ling'ring on, the disconnect

Oh-ee-oh sittin' down for the evening
Oh-ee-oh through the civil earthquake
Oh-ee-oh safe in bed and they're dreamin'
Heaven knows if they'll ever awake

Yeah I'll have my coffee black
Hey look we're bombing Iraq
I guess that's the only way
Oh did I tell you we got Fifi spayed?

And when they get to work they hear drums
The boom fills all the empty space
They file papers lada-da-dee-dum
Trimming their shoebox with lace

Oh-ee-oh but there's somethin' a growin'
Oh-ee-oh through the bustle and hiss
Oh-ee-oh fuck the lawns that need mowin'
Oh-ee-oh there is somethin' I miss
Oh-ee-oh, oh-ee-oh, oh-ee-oh
Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh
And when the dawn breaks through the drums start   Beating the morning to the farm   Your grimace widens and your lips part   Sounding the silent alarm      And when the bells explode they scatter   Hitching a hand unto the breeze   The grand bureaucracy grows fatter   Whistling the old melodies      Oh-ee-oh goes the Buckingham jewel guard   Oh-ee-oh goes the cop on the beat   Oh-ee-oh goes the kid in the schoolyard   Oh-ee-oh goes the kid on the street      Hey man what's happenin' with you?   I watched that episode too   Maybe I'll get some Chinese   I'll have the dumplings, no MSG please      And when the night breaks through they wonder   If all they lost was self respect   They pass the homes of greed and plunder   Still, ling'ring on, the disconnect      Oh-ee-oh sittin' down for the evening   Oh-ee-oh through the civil earthquake   Oh-ee-oh safe in bed and they're dreamin'   Heaven knows if they'll ever awake      Yeah I'll have my coffee black   Hey look we're bombing Iraq   I guess that's the only way   Oh did I tell you we got Fifi spayed?      And when they get to work they hear drums   The boom fills all the empty space   They file papers lada-da-dee-dum   Trimming their shoebox with lace      Oh-ee-oh but there's somethin' a growin'   Oh-ee-oh through the bustle and hiss   Oh-ee-oh fuck the lawns that need mowin'   Oh-ee-oh there is somethin' I miss   Oh-ee-oh, oh-ee-oh, oh-ee-oh   Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh
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