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It was your first pubescent year. In a time of chronic fear
With an actor president - book of Revelations bent
And the airport shook your home in the dark suburban night. Every plane above your bed was a missile in your head
And in a shaky voice - take control of the schoolyard!
Because you have no choice - take control of the schoolyard!
And your classmates weren’t your friends – they were loose acquaintances.
You would shoplift at the mall but it wouldn’t break your fall
It's a big dynamic sphere but it's a million miles from here
and E.T can't phone home when the devil's at the throne
They rigged the science fair - take control of the schoolyard
They stole your underwear - take control of the schoolyard
A shattered echoed call - the beginning of it all
Your kite it flew alone - but they can't rely on landslides!
And for a thousand days and nights you were sick of losing fights
you can crawl into a hole - but you’d never take control
When you lost your confidence among the devil's confidants
There was a grassy zone inside where your master plan could thrive
And you look back now - take control of the schoolyard!
Because you have no choice - take control of the schooyard!
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The Chorus Cries
04:16
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The Rabbit In The Hat
03:19
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The Chord
03:57
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It’s a rain of lightening at the vast and useless crowd;
wet the pallet of the wilted mouths of the masses.
In the palace of the despot; the dressing room of the leading man
Tries to cover the impossible tan,
Are you happy now?
You did it
They open up and feed you; the crippled, the hungry, the desperate,the lonely
I wonder how you do it.
I wonder how you do it; how you strike the chord?
I wonder how you do it; how you strike the chord?
Shots to lead a chorus! Shots to hold those muscles down!
Tell the preacher to invite the clown to the boardroom.
It’s a surge of power; (BANG) a flash of light on a movie screen
Do you remember what it used to mean
when you sat there? Desperate, dejected, immobile
the wrong hands, the wrong shirt, the wrong voice, the wrong ghost
I wonder...I wonder how you do it.
I wonder how you do it.
I wonder how you do it; how you strike the chord
I wonder how you do it; how you strike the chord
See the man with the missing mouth.
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heady hearty pop by John Tielli and co.
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