We All Got Out (Of the Army)

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Robert Pollard - Rock

We All Got Out (Of the Army)

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I called up to the district in question A full mismatch goes anywhere with anything Yeah anywhere with anything and everything You know the rules Call the crooks Fasten the hooks Plaster the hair I said I'd like to have it while I'm still alive I need it six or seven They said, hey, you'll get five Inches, seconds, minutes, years Have you got the drive? Pick up the phone Call the crooks Loosen the pants Privation enhanced Discontent and anger are the devils On each shoulder that's missing an angel Who's gone silent in America? Battling, imagining the requisite Ever consumer The immediate of high speed delivery One wants the commune One wants it all The brand name means it all So the angel sells the trailer Sets the kids free And gets rid of TV And drives off to find more While the discontent rages on Buying houses and big cars Cursing who outbids the auction Laughing the whole time His belly floats up... Spend the days Moderation sits cross-legged in the corner Of a world insane Waiting for the rain to come down

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Writers
  • Sarah Zade-Pollard
  • Robert Pollard