Folks tell jokes in clouds of smoke
Making sure life won't decay
Fancy flags fly in your face
Fall polluting in my space
Pounds of sounds from shotgun rounds
Music of the hit parade
No your fathers, fathers, fathers
He's got nothing left to say
On the day you walked away
Another world, another day
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