Tango about
Turn around your third world eye
Guns are ablazing
Tear up the nuclear sky
Penicillin lies about the weather here
A bullet will surely make it clear
Tie down the bull,
for it has horns
Stay away from the rose,
for it has its thorns
Dropping baggage just to float away
In your air balloon of justice
It will all fade to gray
All the words I mouthed
Every promise, every sound
Airwaves lost in many years of doubt
Tie down the bull,
for it has horns
Stay away from the rose,
for it has its thorns
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