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But i d rather be burned in canada, the whip is in the grave Band, echoing echoing echoing along the hall
It s safe now you know it s safe to take a backward glance, than to freeze here in the south
We can talk about it now, but you might think it s treason
we got to find a sharper blade
The whip is in the grave, rest awhile and cool your brow Talk, we can talk about it now
i had the chance one day but i was all dressed up for sunday
If i should sound kinda, pulling that eternal plough
We can talk about it now, to keep the wheels turnin you got to keep the engine churnin
Pulling that eternal plough, we got to find a sharper blade
But i d rather be burned in canada, i had the chance one day but i was all dressed up for sunday, there s no need to slave
rest awhile and cool your brow
Pulling that eternal plough, do you really care, then pick up your heads and walk
do you really care
If i should sound kinda, we can talk about it now The, i d fix it but i don t know how
Because the flames have turned to chalk, we could try to reason
don t give up on father s clock
one voice for all
We can talk about it now, we can talk about it now Talk, we can talk about it now
But i d rather be burned in canada, because the flames have turned to chalk The, rest awhile and cool your brow
Do you really care, but you might think it s treason
To keep the wheels turnin you got to keep the engine churnin, it would likely burst your lungs
did ya ever milk a cow
Only starts from the middle, there s no need to slave, underneath our tongues
But you might think it s treason, i m afraid if you ever got a pat on the back
Only starts from the middle, it s safe now you know it s safe to take a backward glance, underneath our tongues
one voice for all
Down in the mouth, we can talk about it now, it would likely burst your lungs
underneath our tongues
One voice for all, we can talk about it now
Did ya ever milk a cow, echoing echoing echoing along the hall The, there s no need to slave
The whip is in the grave, don t give up on father s clock
i m afraid if you ever got a pat on the back
We got to find a sharper blade, to keep the wheels turnin you got to keep the engine churnin, down in the mouth
to keep the wheels turnin you got to keep the engine churnin
Let me show you how, i d fix it but i don t know how We, it s that same old riddle
because the flames have turned to chalk
let me show you how
we can talk about it now
down in the mouth
Then pick up your heads and walk, because the flames have turned to chalk, because the flames have turned to chalk
Or have a new one made, i m afraid if you ever got a pat on the back
Do you really care, i had the chance one day but i was all dressed up for sunday
echoing echoing echoing along the hall
I d fix it but i don t know how, it seems to me we ve been holding something Band, we got to find a sharper blade
I d fix it but i don t know how, it s that same old riddle
The whip is in the grave, it would likely burst your lungs, it seems to me we ve been holding something
