The powers that be They like a tough game No rules Some you win, some you lose Competition's good for you They're dying to be free They're the powers that be They like a bomb proof cadillac Air conditioned, gold taps, Back seat gun rack, platinum hub caps They pick horses for courses They're the market forces Nice car Jack They like order, make-up, lime light power Game shows, rodeos, star wars, TV They're the powers that be If you see them come, You better run - run You better run on home
Sisters of mercy better join your brothers Put a stop to the soap opera right now They say the toothless get ruthless You better run on home
You better run - run You better run on home
The powers that be They like treats, tricks, carrots and sticks They like fear and loathing, they like sheep's clothing And blacked-out vans
Blacked-out vans, contingency plans They like death or glory, they love a good story They love a good story
Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers Put a stop to the soap opera state They say the toothless get ruthless Run home before its too late You better run - run You better run on home
The canyon - daytime. Billy plays with Great Uncle David's Great Dane.
Paraquat Kelly: Bull heads, three red snapper, one pink snapper and your Pacific coastal trench hosemonster fish. Cynthia Fox: Ohhh! At Sky David's juke joint of joy reports, forty under the console giggle stick ling cod, twenty-three purple perches four sledgehammerhead sharks, and what a surprise, eightyfour crabs, and no red snappers. Paraquat Kelly: Hey, and that'll do for the triumphant return of the fish report with a beat.
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