Trashcan Sinatras - Who's He? lyrics

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Little Bohemian lost his sheep<br />

And I know where to find them<br />

Just meet me at the end of my tether<br />

And there they are<br />

It's the same old story<br />

In a blaze of glory<br />

We can change this town<br />

This friday night<br />

But in a glaze of bleary<br />

They drop like, drop like, drop like flies<br />

You wrote about your heroes and it read like a 'who's who'<br />

You wrote about your life and it read like a 'who's he?'<br />

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So fall in, fall about, your country needs you now<br />

Gather your legs and sup up your dregs<br />

Carry the crusade up to the home strait<br />

And the crooked mile<br />

Back to your wife<br />

She's in bed, she sleeps late<br />

She don't fret or worry<br />

Cuz it won't be very long till cliche guevara's home<br />

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When the manifesto is a schoolboy thesis<br />

When the man in charge is like a greasy jesus<br />

It's taking on epic proportions before my weary eyes<br />

Turning the old town into a backdrop<br />

Sssh it's so quiet, you could hear a name drop<br />

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So fall in, fall about, your country needs you now<br />

Gather your legs and sup up your dregs<br />

Carry the crusade up to the home strait<br />

And the crooked mile<br />

Back to your wife<br />

She's in bed, she sleeps late<br />

She don't fret or worry<br />

Cuz it won't be very long till cliche guevara's home<br />

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Love and hate are written all over your fist<br />

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So fall in, fall about, your country needs you now<br />

Gather your legs and sup up your dregs<br />

Carry the crusade up to the home strait<br />

And the crooked mile<br />

Back to your wife<br />

She's in bed, she sleeps late<br />

She don't fret or worry<br />

Cos it won't be very long till cliche guevara's home<br />

Till cliche guevara's home, till cliche guevara's home