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{{quote|Hey mister big man <br>
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Won’t you give me the time <br>
Hey, mister big shot <br>
The times they are a changing <br>
Won’t you give me a break? <br>
And the kids are getting out of line <br>
The times they are a-changing <br>
And the kids are on the make <br>
They’re burning down the flagpoles <br>
They’re burning down the flagpoles <br>
And drowning all the men <br>
And drowning all the saps <br>
<br>
I didn’t run no demonstration <br>
Just to take the rap <br>
I didn’t make no intercession <br>
I didn’t buy that screed <br>
I threw you in the river <br>
And put it on my feed <br>
Please, Mr. Postman <br>  
Please, Mr. Postman <br>  
Won’t you bring me your cup? <br>
Won’t you bring me your cup? <br>
Situation normal: <br>
They’re putting down some shills <br>
All fucked up <br>}}
And building others up <br>
We built the sense grievance <br>
We sold the kids a pup <br>
We called it “Situation: Normal. <br>
All Fucked Up” <br>}}
 
 
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Hey, mister big shot
Won’t you give me a break?
The times they are a-changing
And the kids are on the make
They’re burning down the flagpoles
And drowning all the saps
I didn’t run no demonstration
Just to take the rap
I didn’t make no intercession
I didn’t buy that screed
I threw you in the river
And put it on my feed
Please, Mr. Postman
Won’t you bring me your cup?
They’re putting down some shills
And building others up
We built the sense grievance
We sold the kids a pup
We called it “Situation: Normal.
All Fucked Up”


See also

From the well-thumbed pages of the Jolly Contrarian’s songbook