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     1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
     (Whistle)
     Guess I needed sometime to get away
     I needed some piece of mind
     Some piece of mind that'll stay
     So I thumbed it down to Sixth and L.A.
     Maybe a Greyhound could be my way

     Police and Niggers, that's right
     Get out of my way
     Don't need to buy none of your
     Gold chains today
     I don't need no bracelets
     Clamped in front of my back
     Just need my ticket; 'til then
     Won't you cut me some slack?

     You're one in a million
     Yeah, that's what you are
     You're one in a million, babe
     You're a shooting star
     Maybe someday we'll see you
     Before you make us cry
     You know we tried to reach you
     But you were much too high
     Much too high, much too high
     Much too high, yes, ow!

     Immigrants and fagets
     They make no sense to me
     They come to our country
     And think they'll do as they please
     Like start some mini Iran
     Or spread some fuckin' disease
     They talk so many goddamn ways
     It's all Greek to me

     Well some say I'm lazy
     And others say that's just me
     Some say I'm crazy
     I guess I'll always be
     But it's been such a long time
     Since I knew right from wrong
     It's all the means to an end, I
     I keep it movin' along

     You're one in a million
     Oo, you're a shooting star
     You're one in a million, babe
     You know that you are
     Maybe someday we'll see you, oo
     Oh, Before you make us cry
     You know we tried to reach you
     But you were much too high
     Much too high, Oo, much too high
     Yeah,
     Much too high, huh, no, no, oh
     Ow!

     Radicals and Racists
     Don't point your finger at me
     I'm a small town white boy
     Just tryin' to make ends meet
     Don't need your religion
     Don't watch that much T.V.
     Just makin' my livin', baby
     Well that's enough for me

     You're one in a million
     Yeah that's what you are
     You're one in a million, babe
     You're a shooting star
     Maybe someday we'll see you
     Before you make us cry
     You know we tried to reach you
     But you were much too high
     Much too high, ow, much too high
     Much too high, much too high
     Yeah, yeee, yeah, yeee, igh!
     Ow! Much too high
     (Oh, much too high, ah,
     much too high, ah, much too high
     much too high, ow, much too high)


 

 
     
     

 

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