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Phil Ochs - The Party lyrics
The fire-breathing Rebels arrive at the party early, Their khaki coats are hung in the closet near the fur. Asking handouts from the ladies, while they criticize the lords. Boasting of the murder of the very hands that pour. And the victims learn to giggle, for at least they are not bored. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. The Hostess is enormous, she fills the room with perfume, She meets the guests and smothers them with greetings. And she asks |
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