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Swing it boys, the band's gonna burn up this club
(Oh yeah, oh yeah!)
Grab a drink, relax, let the melodies flow
And before you know
It's gonna be a fabulous show
C'mon let's hear that saxophone go
Better git it hit in your soul
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Feel the jazz, the room and the groovin' high
(Oh yeah, oh yeah!)
Light a j, and give it a puff 'fore you play
How wonderful to be here today
A stage to make our music our way
Dig the blues out of all that red clay
Let's revel in the sound
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Horns! Horns!
The traffic and lights on the street
Make us frantic and crazy to meet who
Our hearts have been yearning to find
For a century maybe more since we've been searching
For salvation, saviors, messiahs, pariahs
In Paris or Seoul or in African coal
From the diamonds to stardust
The lions they called us
Collapsing inside ourselves
Black holes colliding
I'm breathing and beating
A chest that's been meaning
To find what's a lifetime of passionate meeting
My mind's been made up
And my cousins are bleeding
I'm ready for action
And heading for feeding
The roots that make change
The soil is rocky
But I will be fearless
And water regardless
Restarting ain't part of this
We're here hear the cymbal hits
Hi-hats are tapping two times
Call it end of wits
Think I'll call it quits?
Go on trashing it
Now we're here
Letting go
In the flow
Last to know
That this rage is embedded deep down
It's a sound
It's the swing
It's the rock
It's the bass
It's all that's been found
First to try it
Last to stop
It's as relentless as the Beatles were pop
Popular for a populace outta this
Cause their minds got no lines that aint full of fits
It's distorted, it's distasteful
What some punk politicians call wasteful
It's society that wasted all of us
Forced us all to grow up on a metal crutch
Cause it beat us and broke our bones when we asked
Why the world is round when it looks flat
That's the system
Made of fictions
Full of myths like technology, money, religion
They're society's way to explain a purpose
For to further its own embarrassing existence
We're the legends, the future, the unforgotten
Of some score boards while we harvest Blizzard's cotton
I'm not done with this hand that my dealer dealt me
But this mic has been lit
And you felt me
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