Mess You Up

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We're marching down to Frisco
Wer'e marching down to Dallas
We're marching with our sisters
We're marching on the palace

We're marching off to Moscow
We're marching off to Paris
We're marching with our buddys
We'll be calling on the sheriff

Everybody's got a voice dying to be heard
Everyody's got a voice and some special words
The world is spinning faster than it ever should
Some carny huckster's selling you a hunk of plastic wood

Time to turn the tables
Time to spin the chairs
Time to walk a mile in someone else's shoes
Time to clear the air

Whatever do you mean that money can't buy happiness
Shower me with green and soon there'll be a mess
Yes a mess
Mess you up
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