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Because you near removed with that Interrupt before I had a pun An adversary advocate Raining wretched angst down in my jaunt Fix your suit and straighten your tie, mmm Lose the hat so we can see the beady eyes, uh Shoulders back, head up, stomach in There at the end of our means to begin, hey Well, I don't have to understand She cuts out the middle man Well, I don't have the patience With all of you on social graces Well, I don't have to wave my hand You crossed a line drawn in the sand Well, I don't ever see the faces Well, I'm off to the races You left them with the calling card They passed around to all the folks It must have been the longest yard Resist the urges to have that smoke Fix your suit and straighten your tie, mmm Lose the hat so we can see the beady eyes, mmm Shoulders back, head up, stomach in, mmm We're at the ends of our means to begin, hey Well, I don't have to understand She cuts out the middle man Well, I don't have the patience With all of you on social graces Well, I don't have to raise my hand You cross a line drawn in the sand Well, I don't ever see the faces Once I'm off - to the races Well, I'm off to the races Well, I'm off to the races Well, I'm off to the races On your mark Get set now Go And I'm off To the races No, no, no, no, no, no |
| Off To The Races - Union Maid 10, April 2nd 2003 |
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