O, you’ll feel your heart drop
When you hear them on the blacktop
Heigh heels
Big boots
Bare feet or sandals
Before long, you’ll hear them chant:
We can’t be wrong
We can’t be questioned
Stop asking questions
We are not wrong
And you will know better
But won’t do a damn thing
You’ll go along
You’ll go along
You’ll get along
You’ll lose everything
They can’t be wrong
Because you’ll never get right
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