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Jet pilot for the day, washed his sins away
Loves to see the rangers play
His daddy has a job in
Washington
Wants to raise a
Harvard son
Junior liked to let his hair down
Only trouble is word gets around
Revolution will be televised
Across living rooms and the great divide
Robbing barren ghettos before us now
Everybody needs a hunting ground
Jet pilot flown away, got a passing grade
Made it to the world stage
A hemisphere away, death is on display
The sins would never wash away
Junior liked to let his hair down
Only trouble is word gets around
Revolution will be televised
Across living rooms and the great divide
Robbing barren ghettos before us now
Everybody needs a hunting ground
Junior liked to let his hair down
Only trouble is word gets around
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