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Hymn For The Dudes - Mott the Hoople



     
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God ain't jive for I can see his love
As it runs alive
One by one through fields of rusted wire
The war has just begunOh, cross over shame like the wise dove
Who cares not for fame just for shy love
An' rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no
He's still here, you are not aloneCorrect your heads for there's a new song rising
High above the waves
Go write your time, go sing it on the streets
Go tell the world but you go braveOh my sweet instant Christian, you're such a sly clown
Too many questions, no replies now
An' rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no
He's still here, you are not aloneI got an idea, go tell the superstar
All his hairs are turning grey
Star-spangled fear as all the people disappear
The limelight fades away'Cause if you think you are a star
For so long they'll come from near and far
But you'll forget just who you are, yes you will

You ain't the Nazz, you're just a buzz
Some kinda temporaryCross over shame like the wise dove
Who cares not for fame just for shy love
Oh, my sweet instant Christian you're such a sly clown
Too many questions, no replies, now
An' rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no
He's still here, you are not alone, you are not alone

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Mott the Hoople were a glam rock group formed in 1968 in Herefordshire, England near the Welsh border. They were led by Ian Hunter until his departure in 1974. The band would break up in 1976. They are best known for the international hit single All the Young Dudes, written by David Bowie and featured in films such as Clueless and Juno. The band was named after a novel by Willard Manus. The book was about a freak show worker named Norman Mott.

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