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Armchair lawyers often fail.
Armchair warriors often fail.
Dad's same small town in each of us
That same small town in each of us
For this hired old man that we elected him.
For this tired old man that we elected king.
For this tight old man with the electric chain
For this tired old man that we've elected king
For this timer old man that we electric cane
On J. War years often fails.
For this tired old man what we elected King
Armchair warriors often fails.
For this tired old man with the electric cane
For this tired old man that we elected King
I know a place where we can go
But still I'm touched by men.
I know a place where we can go
That's still untouched by man.
Lay your airbag on the ground
Lay your head back on the ground
OJ warriors after it fails
Armchair warriors often fail
Old Jay Walsh is off to the fair.
or
Old Joe Walsh is off to the fair.
Armchair warriors often fail.
Open up your best defense.
Offer up your best defense.
Open up your dusty pants
Offer up your best defense
Open up your festive pants
This is the end of the Renaissance.
Offer up your best defense
This is the end of the innocence.
Pucker up your best new dress,
this is the end of the renaissance
Offer up your best defense,
this is the end of the innocence
R.J. warriors off to affair
Armchair warriors often fail
That saves malt down in each of us.
That same small town in each of us.
They're beating plowshares into swords
Fathers tied up men with the electric cane.
They're beating plowshares into swords
For this tired old man that we elected King.
They're beating plowshares into swords
For this tight old man re-elected king.
They're beating plowshares into swords
For this tired old man that we elected King.
They're beating plowshares into swords
For this tired old man with the electric cane.
They're beating plowshares into swords
For this tired old man that we elected King.
This is the end of the incest.
This is the end of the innocence.
This is the end of the premises
This is the end of the innocence
Oh, beautiful and gracious style
O beautiful for spacious skies
This is the air of incense
This is the end of the innocence
This is the end of Innerspace
This is the end of the innocence
This is the end of the embassy
This is the end of the innocence
This is the end of the end of sense
This is the end of the innocence