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The Police - A Sermon lyrics
The Police Lyrics
When you reach number tenAnd think the struggle endsBut it ain't the endIt's only a trendYou have to unbend'Cause it's only a trendDon't lose all your friendsDon't make heroes endWhen you reach number eight it ain't no pearly gate'Cause it won't satiate your growing appetiteYou can ply your trade and push your crusadeEmancipate or indoctrinate, but theTraps are all laid for and honest crusadeYour old values will fade as you struggle to make the gradeAs you struggle to make the grade(As you struggle to make the grade)(You needn't bother)When you hit number four you're almost through the doorBut there's a whole lot more you just can't ignoreThe telephone's sure, you know the scoreBut don't let this uproar dissipate your encoreIt's written in the news how you paid your duesBut you've no excuse for the people you abuseWhen you reach number one you can beat your drumYou can sack your roadies in BirminghamWhen your record is platinum, you can stick it to the bath,To the wall like you've always plannedIt's written in the news how you paid your duesBut you've no excuse for the people you abuse
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