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Lyrics for 'Violence Is Golden' by 'John Fogerty'
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Violence, (oh No!) Is Golden. Aa-aa-aa-aa-ah!
Violence, (oh No!) Is Golden. Aa-aa-aa-aa-ah!
Pass Another Plate Of Shrapnel, Sprinkle It With Tnt;
Gotta Have Another Grenade Salad, Split It With Your Enemy.
Gotta Sell Another Uzi, Maybe Couple 44 Mags,
Got A Wife And A Kid To Support, And A Payment On The Jag.
Won't You Try This Personal Bazooka, Make You Feel Like A Man,
Show The Little Girls What's What By The Size Of The Thunder In Your Hands.
Take A Pocketful Of Teflon Bullets, Maybe 'nother Tommy Gun,
Gotta Keep Stuff Movin' Out The Door, Got A Business To Run.
Take It From Me, Son - You Can Have A Lot Of Fun!
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Pass Another Fleet Of B-1 Bombers, Grab An M-16,
Buildin' Chevies Was Never The Fun Of Buildin' Up The War Machine.
Got A Rocket In My Pocket And It's Ready, Do You Think We Can Deal?
Got A Year-end Sale Goin' On, You Can See The Appeal;
'cause I'm Sellin' Both Sides Of The Fence, That Be The Name Of The Game,
I Don't Care About Your Silly Little Struggle, Money's Colored All The Same.
Take A Handful Of Star Wars Missiles, Maybe Super Laser Gun,
Gotta Keep Stuff Movin' Out The Door, Got A Business To Run.
Take It From Me, Son - We Can Have A Lot Of Fun!
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