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Night Reconnaissance

Nothing is crueler than children who come from good homes

Gotta forgive them I guess, but whose side are you on?

Driving around the old town I remember it all

Dropping my lunch box and Tampax all over the hall

And they said

You are a socialist cokehead, we know from your clothes

You are a Satanist worshiper, oh, that's evil

Think you're poet, a folksinger posing, no

A volleyball player? You've got to be kidding us all

So we hide from the guns

On a night reconnaissance

Steal flamingos and gnomes

From the dark side of the lawn

No one can stop us, the script is a work of genius

No one has bought the rights yet but we're not giving up

Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script

Directed by Spielberg and starring the masochist club

Marion looked like hell stuck in that ridiculous shell

Give us some light and God's pure love

We know what you've been dreaming of

Give us a light and God's pure love

We know what you've been dreaming of

Give us some light and God's pure love

We're taking you to Hollywood, oh, Hollywood

And we hide from the guns

On a night reconnaissance

Steal flamingos and gnomes

From the dark side of the lawn

One plays a socialist cokehead, could be dressed in my clothes

One plays a Satanist worshiping all that's evil

Ones plays a poet who starts up a band of his own

One plays a volleyball player, yeah with both the wrists broke

And we hide from the guns

On a night reconnaissance

Steal flamingos and gnomes

From the dark side of the lawn

And we gave them good homes

Give them love they've never known

In the loft, in the barn, in the town where I was born

In the loft, in the barn, in the town where I was born

In the loft, in the barn, in the town where I was born

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