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Fuzzy Was an Outlaw
Where Is The Love? (Ft. Justin Timberlake)
Sinner
Dumb Dick (Richard)
A RUSH AND A PUSH AND THE LAND IS OURS
Slow Down
Lullaby
An Heiligen Wassern
Como Una Estrella
The Changing Man
Wild Mushrooms
Pale Blue Eyes
Cygnus X-1 Book II: Hemispheres
Casi Una Diosa
New Favortite
Miss Ghost
Another Night In
Ova Confident
Let Go
Gossip Folks Peoples
Spam
America
Que Un Viejo Amor
Everything's Wrong
Promises
I KNOW BETTER NOW
Earth Linger
Lindas Criaturitas
Melodies for the deaf (colours for the blind)
Kool Keith's Ass
Forever
Gravity
Self Obsessed and Sexxee
A Heart Without Home
Disney Time
Darkness By Rage Against The Machine
Let's Settle Down(Reprise)
Sometimes
Goodbye Windows
Rubber Bullets/Sngl/Bonus
10cc - Rubber Bullets
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I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling in the street
At the local dance at the local county jail
Well the band were playing
And the booze began to flow
But the sound came over on the police car radio
Down at Precinct 49
Having a tear-gas of a time
Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
I love to hear those convicts squeal
It's a shame these slugs ain't real
But we can't have dancin' at the local county jail
Sergeant Baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail
And for miles around
You could hear the sirens wail
There's a rumor goin' round death row
That a fuse is gonna blow
At the local hop at the local county jail
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do

Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Sergeant Baker started talkin'
With a bullhorn in his hand
He was cool, he was clear
He was always in command
He said "Blood will flow;
Here Padre
Padre you talk to your boys..."
"Trust in me -
God will come to set you free"
Well we don't understand
Why you called in the National Guard
When Uncle Sam is the one
Who belongs in the exercise yard
We all got balls and brains
But some's got balls and chains
At the local dance at the local county jail
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Is it really such a crime
For a guy to spend his time
At the local dance at the local county jail
At the local dance at the local county jail
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do