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men with bad teeth
They own you they own me

Old men in big cars
Old men with missiles
Old men on TV
They own newspapers and they own me

Have
And possibly the least appreciated people in all the earth
As long as sixty years ago 

When I first started to read newspapers 
I read of floods
next
Will be next

And on the street tonight an old man plays
With newspaper cuttings of his glory days

And if you tolerate this
Then your
that they all retreat
Newspaper's writing all about my big defeat
Couldn't care less
what they say about me on the street

I give myself away
And nothing
Hilton,
Talking in our beds for a week.
The newspapers said, say what're you doing in bed,
I said we're only trying to get us some peace.

Christ! You
You're my midnight snack
My morning glory
Baby, without you, I'm in purgatory
A big newspaper without a story
Chasing headlines down

I've been
Old friends
Old friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
The newspaper blown through the grass
The newspaper falls on the round toes
Hilton,
Talking in our beds for a week.
The newspapers said, say what're you doing in bed,
I said we're only trying to get us some peace.

Christ! You
Hilton,
Talking in our beds for a week.
The newspapers said, say what're you doing in bed,
I said we're only trying to get us some peace.

Christ! You
Hilton,
Talking in our beds for a week.
The newspapers said, say what're you doing in bed,
I said we're only trying to get us some peace.

Christ! You
The newspaper reads like a list of charges brought against me. 
So I’m changing my plea to an open address to the jury. 

I confess that I was there on that
dropped their newspapers, (?), and rags. 
Banana peels and pop-top tabs and empty paper bags. 

Citizens: Aye oo, Aye aa 
The dirtiest town in the west
seemed like the whole world was in forced retreat
I paid no attention, revolved through the door
Passed the newspaper rack on the worn marble floor
Near
the revolution's near
But to me it seems quite clear
That it's all just a little bit of history repeating

The newspaper shouts a new style is growing
But it
and the pump
You turn the page on the newspaper, see my face in the front
I lock it down for all my niggas that still caged in the dump
So if I come, nigga, just
are all scattered in the attic
Newspapers play with the words of the fanatic
While the greeting cards are your most poetic lyric
And the flat
all they've got
Newspaper clippings fill the coffee shops
The old men will always think they know it all
Young girls will dream about the boys of fall
people eat marshmallow pies
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high

Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
Waiting
[Pedro lives out of the wilshire hotel
He looks out a window without glass
The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
His father beats
and get your shit splitted, newspapers said I did it
(He ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it)

(Chorus) (x3)
and get your shit splitted, newspapers said I did it
(He ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it)

(Chorus) (x3)
do do
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do

Little broken toys are scattered in the attic
And newspapers play in the words of the fanatic
secrets out to flunkies and castrato walkers
See that girl
Watch that scene
Digging the "Dancing Queen"

Two newspaper editors like playground sneaks
family secrets out to
Flunkey's and castrato walkers
See that girl, watch that scene
Digging the dancing queen

Two newspaper editors like playground

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