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well if you wana build a wall, build it three miles high, be my guest, throw your insult
and if you wana swing a wrecking ball, you might as well try, i'm sure it's very simple
you've got limp wrists, small hands, a sour face, and your hair looks like a turtle
and you're milkin your position for all that it's worth, but the milk is gonna curdle
clap your hands, move your ankles 2 3 4
rock and roll, rock and roll, save our souls. rock and roll, rock and roll
well the party is a-raging and the machine is warm with the pride of the deceiver
and the effigies all look like you and when you're blue the joke's on you, you take it to your twitter!
but as for me and mine, we read the signs of the times on overdrive, our hearts are heavy beating --
heavy as hell, but all is well, we got soldier souls, we got rock and roll, and you're just sittin on your toilet tweeting!
clap your hands, move your ankles 2 3 4
rock and roll, rock and roll, save our souls. rock and roll, rock and roll
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