Undo the ropes, untie the minds
You can't tell me that a day of rest
Can free your soul
I'm tired, I'm blind
You can't tell me that a swallow knows
What figaro's untied of mine
Here comes slick back man
Swinging his wallet chain
Like he thinks he knows what's going on
It's like punk rock never happened
Some people just can't get old fast enough
But not me, until I die and all that
You know the song
(At least I hope you do)

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