Songtexte
Hey
there,
gotta
beware,
life
goes
on
here
seriously.
No
time
for
harmony,
just
a
lotta
hot
air.
Go
join
the
underground,
if
you
think
the
world
has
lost
its
mind,
You
oughta
hang
around
with
people
of
your
own
kind.
Gotta
lotta
nerve
to
call
me
"Brother",
After
all
we're
nothin'
to
each
other.
My
name's
Goodman,
my
good
man,
goodbye.
Seems
like
every
year
people
like
you
come
waltzin'
by,
Drift
in
and
outa
here,
like
a
butterfly.
I've
seen
'em
come
and
go,
glittering
queens
and
movie
stars,
Don't
give
a
damn
you
know,
whoever
the
hell
you
are.
Man,
you
better
think
again
if
you've
been
thinkin'
there's
a
chance
for
dancin'
here.
Here,
we've
found
a
little
peace
and
we're
determined
to
preserve
it,
do
I
make
myself
clear?
Hey
there,
gotta
beware,
life
goes
on
here
seriously.
No
time
for
harmony,
just
a
lotta
hot
air.
Go
join
the
underground,
if
you
think
the
world
has
lost
its
mind,
You
oughta
hang
around
with
people
of
your
own
kind.
Gotta
lotta
nerve
to
call
me
"Brother",
After
all
we're
nothin'
to
each
other.
My
name's
Goodman,
my
good
man,
goodbye.
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