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Can't taste holy water
Can't find it in the well
Been doing a lot of thinking
Thinking about hell
Thinking about the ozone
Thinking about lead
Thinking about the future
And what to do then
The words of Woody Guthrie ringing in my head
Blame it on the system
Those that came before
Updated consciousness
Knocking on doors
Piecemeal solutions will only leave scars
Bandages for nosebleeds
In this city of artificial stars
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US highway from north to south
It's history breathing
Get out from under the gun
Drive down Highway 61
Hannibal's son saw the Gold Rush
Saw the civil war done
Then settled down some
On Highway 61
There's no reason to feel downhearted
There's music in the wheels it's there to be found
Goodnight Irene inside the prison walls
Killed a man and lived to sing about it all
Stella 12 on Highway 61
The immigrant son left the mining town
Electrified the traditional
And had it out on Highway 61
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Jet pilot for the day
Washed his sins away
Loves to see the Rangers play
His daddy has a job in Washington
Wants to raise a Harvard son
Junior liked to let his hair down
Only trouble is, word gets around
Revolution will be televised
across living rooms
and the great divide
Robbing barren ghettos
for us now
everybody needs a hunting ground
Jet Pilot flown away
Got a passing grade
Made it to the world stage
A hemisphere away
Death is on display
The sins would never wash away
Junior liked to let his hair down
Only trouble is, word gets around
Revolution will be televised
across living rooms
and the great divide
Robbing barren ghettos
for us now
everybody needs a hunting ground
Junior liked to let his hair down
Only trouble is, word gets around
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Love is the pavement
With spit in your heart
Slow diamond's no laughter
Sweep the hellhound trail
Translate the faces
Wash off the dust
Smoke plume twilight
American tears
Prairie burnt eyes tell the hell and break through the lens
Feed the buildings by the coast a flagrant dance
Wounded in the world by a single twist of hate
It's all over now
You're headed for the atmosphere
You're headed for the atmosphere
Pick up the blessings
Meet the new sky
Summoned to live up to
The speculation din
Getting that old time feeling again
Madmen on both sides of the fence
Getting that old time feeling again
Madmen on both sides of the fence
Melody of riot in the wilderness of oxygen
Mercy on the waterfall mist in the
Middle class sea
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Happy hair with fashion eye
Climbed up the Ivory Tower
Just forgot what the game was for
Just forgot what the game was for
Sing the streets of silence
Have to fight the way
From the bone cook up the morning glue
From the bone cook up the morning glue
Find a way to make it work
Leave old bags behind
This ride is a scream
Happy hour turns hearts to dust
Watch out for love like Ipecac
A strange brew we're looking at
Watch out for love like Ipecac
Great buildings of majesty
Made by the rat race whore
Backed by the graves of the laborer's toil
Backed by the graves of the laborer's toil
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A mobile means to make the time
A whirlwind half mast the senses
Shaking your own brand of rhyme
Shaking your own brand of rhyme
On wide avenues the air moves the sound
Cruising around
Who makes the minutes move
The postmeridian new
Who
Who else but you
With gypsy scarf and an old world mouth
A mojo hand brought up from the south
Shaking in your own brand of rhyme
Shaking in your own brand of rhyme
On wide avenues the air moves the sound
Cruising around
Who makes the minutes move
The postmeridian new
Eye level with Goliath's shoes
Spitting out these well worn blues
Eye level with Goliath's shoes
Spitting out these well worn blues
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Living on medication
Don't wanna know what I've done
Place to place, on the run
Living on medication
Living on medication
Wanted to slow the world down
Make a break concentrate on
Different solution
Realization waves of the soon to learn
Walking oil spill
Living on medication
Nothing can stop us now
Headed for the stratosphere
Living on medication
Destination set, engines on
Drop a toe into the jetstream
Make a break concentrate on
Different solution
Realization waves of the soon to learn
Pollution restitution
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Written about to death
Around for another breath
The cops will run
The masses will flow
Killed by consolidation
Killed by saturation
The underground will correct
With reaction rebellion
Rock and roll around my head
Alive and kicking
Rock and roll around my head
Fifty watts happening
Rock and roll around my head
Like a six string belief
The declaration framed the states
Revolution set the course straight
It was necessary then
And it's necessary now
Corruption in the system
A grass roots insurrection
Could bring them down
Will bring them down
Rock and roll around my head
Alive and kicking
Rock and roll around my head
Fifty watts happening
Rock and roll around my head
Like a six string belief
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