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Thirty-five years to find the fifty Thirty-five years to find just fifty Thirty-five years to find those fifty What did our government due Thirty-five years to find the fifty Do the math, it's just plain silly Thirty-five years to find the fifty Give the government it's due You can't feel anymore. Safer? You can't feel anymore. Safer? You can't feel anymore. Safer? When government gets us ******* They need a lot more time now They need a lot more time now Three point seven million years To catch the other bad guys They sit in their disguises In a robe on courtroom benches With their lawyer cladded henchmen They sit in their disguises Can you call up the police now? Can you call up the police now? The Chief is sitting quietly Protecting family ties Anybody out there? Save us! Anybody out there? Save us! Save our country, save our babies Give us mob free lives Forty-seven years of mobster torment Forty-seven years of mobster torment Fifty years I've no enjoyment I may as well just die
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 4:20 PM UTC
Anytown, USA
Thirty-five years to find the fifty Thirty-five years to find just fifty Thirty-five years to find those fifty What did our government due Thirty-five years to find the fifty Do the math, it's just plain silly Thirty-five years to find the fifty Give the government it's due You can't feel anymore. Safer? You can't feel anymore. Safer? You can't feel anymore. Safer? When government gets us ******* They need a lot more time now They need a lot more time now Three point seven million years To catch the other bad guys They sit in their disguises In a robe on courtroom benches With their lawyer cladded henchmen They sit in their disguises Can you call up the police now? Can you call up the police now? The Chief is sitting quietly Protecting family ties Anybody out there? Save us! Anybody out there? Save us! Save our country, save our babies Give us mob free lives Forty-seven years of mobster torment Forty-seven years of mobster torment Fifty years I've no enjoyment I may as well just die
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 4:20 PM UTC
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