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"Oh, God!"
[Californian "Sole has no eyes."
Could be
Or it could be
Could be
Or it could be
be Moscow
Could be New
be Llanelli
And it be Warrington
be Warsaw
And it be Moose Jaw
Could be
Everybody got somewhere call home
When overrun the defences
A minor put down to expenses
Will you go down to the lounge
Will you accept your second class
A nation of waitresses and
Will you mix martinis
Will you stand for it
Or you take to the hills
It could be
And it be sand
be desert
Could be a tract of arable
be a house
Could be a corner
Could be a cabin by a bend in the
Could be something your old man handed
Could be something you on your own
Everybody got something he home
When the cowboys and Arabs down
On each at noon
In the cool dusty air of the city
you stand by a passive spectator
Of the market
you discreetly withdraw
With your ear to the boardroom door
Will you hear when the lion you roars
Will you take to the
you stand
Will you for it
Will you hear the lion within you roars
Could be your
And it be your mother
Could be your
be your brother
Could be a
Could be a
Could be someone out for work
be a king
Could be the Aga
Could be a Vietnam vet with no and no legs
Could be a
be a sinner
Could be a
Or it be a winner
Could be a
Could be a
Could be a
Could be Abdul Jabar
Could be a male voice
be a lover
Could be a
Could be a heavyweight
Or it be something lighter
be a cripple
Could be a
Could be a wop, gook,
be a cop
Could be a
Could be a family of ten living in one on relief
Could be our in their concrete tombs
With their food and their silver spoons
be the pilot with God on his side
Could be the kid in the middle of the sight
Could be a
be a terrorist
Could be a
Could be a
be humble
Could be
be a face in the crowd
Could be the soldier in the cravat
Who turns the key in of the fact
That this is the end of the cat and
Who dwelt in the
Where the laughter and the tears were spilt
The house that built
Where the laughter rang and the tears were
The house Jack built
Bang, bang, shoot,
White gloved
Lord thy be done
He was always a boy his mother said
He'll do his when he's grown

Everybody's got someone they call