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IT CAN’T HAPPEN HERE
They run around just to get attention. 
Publicly doing what I’d privately mention. 
Never reaching a personal best, 
but I heard one once won a beauty contest. 

Smiley lost it and pushed the panic button. 
Glen was open. Now he’s a shut in. 
Picture Big John in the corner of his dark room 
thinking he’s finally reached the right side of the moon. 

I can’t buy the things you say. So now you want to put me away. 
I came into this life without fear. Tell me again ‘it can’t happen here.’ 

I don’t want to be your worst kept secret. 
Soft and soggy where the vultures teeth bit. 
Give me a pair of rose-colored glasses. 
Pass the Valium. Get me past this. 

What did I ever do to deserve this? 
Don’t you feel guilty? Just a little bit squeamish? 
Now you’re the only one I can blame. 
Have you heard? Now I know all the loonies by name... 

I can’t buy the things you say. So now you want to put me away. 
I came into this life without fear. Tell me again ‘it can’t happen here.’ 

Something’s cooking but the pilot’s shut down. 
Turns the sky from blue to brown. 
There’s no sunshine. Only tears. 
Tell me again ‘it can’t happen here.’ 

I came into this life without fear. Tell me again ‘it can’t happen here.’

Jim Walker: Guitars, Vocals 
Eric Hill: Keyboards 
Rene Brancheau: Bass 
Donny Saatzer: Drums 

 

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