What do you say to the child
Whose god is in T.V.?
And what do you say to the man
Who blames the world on T.V.?
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They don't even know how to sing my song
But they won't even try it
With me, with me, with me
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Who is standing over playing like
The teacher
Harnessing the learned
Who try but can't leave her
I want to beg the liars to lay down
Their sirens
That play like the angels
To my deep desire
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Free my son
Let him walk right through the rain
Free my son
Make him waterboy
Free my son
There he stands down on the shore
Free my son
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What do you say to the man
Who treats her like a mother?
And what do you say to the man
Who treats him like a father?
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"Come and see my heart. Come inside
And learn"?
Come and see my soul, it's like yours,
I say it's just like yours"?
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Who is making over
Idolizing princes banishing the dreamers with
Barbed-wire fences
And telling all the children who run to
Her feet
That they have no vision
And love's all diseased
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Free my sonno chocolate in the duty free shop
two drops of scotch
gonna end up on his crotch, tonight
all alone, sitting on the throne
some native tounge on the TV
blaring like an old Peavey
he don't aim to be rude
he's fighting with his inner prude
some pommes frites and you know
it's gonna drip on to his lap
yes, see the man slapping it off
travellin' will do him in
trudging through the waves of people
'till his heart is cluttered and feeble
if you take him out of this loop
he may be very easily duped
still he beats the stampede for the duty free
he's using up all that old currency
he's using up all that old currency
he's using up all that old currency