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There's a showdown tonight on the bright milky way Ambush the bad men, blow him right out of the east We'll be singin', "yi yippy ky, whoopee ky yippy I aye" Wrap the wagon train around the green suburban lawns If we die we're gonna meet the good Lord up in the air Chantin' "yippy I yippy I, move the little doggys along!" and right all the wrong that is right We're gonna spill some blood, and shed some light When we bring out the Big Guns tonight When the dogs of war drop a rocket on the white house lawn. Wear the emperor's new clothes down to the destruction ball, Singin' "yippy I yippy I, move the little doggys along!" And right all the wrong that is right We're gonna spill some blood, and shed some light When we bring out the Big Guns tonight No, you don't have to cross the jordan all alone Love and hate are here within me And it scares me to think how angry I have grown The last man standing gets to start all over again He'll bury the Big Guns and think he's found a new age He'll walk off singing "I yippy I yippy I aye" He'll walk off singing "I yippy ky yippy I aye," yeah… And right all the wrong that is right We're gonna spill some blood, and shed some light When we bring out the Big Guns tonight…
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