Woke up this morning on the wrong side of bed

I got this feeling like a train's running

Through my head

Some big mouth talking trying to tell

Us where the world went wrong



But all this talk of peace and love

It's only for the news

Cause everytime you trust someone

You end up getting screwed



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The more things change

The more they stay the same

Everyone's your brother till you

Turn the other way

The more things change

The more they stay the same

All we need's a miracle

To take us all away from the pain



Came to this morning I was feeling

Mighty used

Picked up the telephone but all I got's

A major attitude

Turned on the TV to the same old news

Everybody thinks they got the answer

to the same old blues



Like a hot smokin' pistol

On a Saturday night

You gotta go for the throat

You gotta fight for your life



CHORUS



Take me aaway



Like a hot smokin' pistol

On a Saturday night

You gotta go for the throat

You gotta fight for your life



CHORUS

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