Showdown
Well there's crying in the kitchen
And there's fighting on the street
And there's cocaine in the schoolyard
Yet my heart don't miss a beat
I can't let go, oh I can't let go
And the preacher's on the telly
And he's handing me the phone
Got an ulcer in his belly
And a torment in his soul
He can't let go, no he can't let go
Everybody wants a contri-bution
Telling me they've got the t so-lution
No-one wants the carrousel to slowdown
Seems to me we're heading for a showdown
And there's poison in the water
And there's holes up in the sky
And the children keep on asking
Is the planet going to die?
We must let go - we must let go
Got to get fired - it's going to get hot
We've got to take it higher
Give it everything we got
Oh Oh you never know
Way to go
Everybody's talking revolution
Politicians offer no solution
No-one seems to want to face the lowdown
Seems to me we're heading for a showdown
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