Slap Leather - Live

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Take all the money that we need for school
 To keep the people in outta the cold
 Spend it on a weapon you can never use
 Make the world an offer that they can't refuse
 Open up the door and let the shark men feed
 Hoover of the future in the land of greed
 Sell the Pondarosa to the Japanese
 Slap leather, head for that line of trees, yeah, now
 Slap leather, go on run, just about to go myself
 Turn the whole wide world into a TV show
 And it's a same game wherever you go
 You never meet a soul that you don't already know
 One long commercial for the status quo
 As if these celebrities were your close friends
 As if you knew how the story ends
 As if you weren't sittin' in a room alone
 And there was somebody real at the other end of the phone, yeah, now
 Somebody real out there, phone sex
 Just about to dial your number, dial it up now
 There'd be many, oh no
 Yeah
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 Get all worked up and we can go to war
 We'd find something worth a killin' for
 Tie a yellow ribbon around your eyes
 Big mac, falafel and a side of fries, yeah
 Big mac falafel
 Stormin' Norman
 I just a love a parade
 Slap leather
 Phone love
 Big mac falafel
 I'm just about to go, I'm just about to go myself
 Hang it up now, yeah, hey
 

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Duration
02:08
Key
4
Tempo
171 BPM

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