And it seems to you the thing to do
Would be to isolate the winner.
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Powers That Be
 

Jim: This is some live rock and roll at KAOS, where rock and roll comes out of
chaos and a song called "The Powers that Be"...

The powers that be
The powers that be
The powers that be
The powers that be
The powers that be
The powers that be
The powers that be
The powers that be
The powers that be
They like a tough game, no rules
Some you win, some you lose
Competition's good for you
They're dying to be free
They're the powers that be
They like a bomb proof Cadillac
Air conditioned, gold taps,
Back seat gun rack, platinum hubcaps

They pick horses for courses
They're the market forces
Nice car Jack
They like order, make-up, lime light power
Game shows, rodeos, star wars, TV
They're the powers that be
If you see them come,
You better run — run
You better run on home
You better run — run
You better run on home

Sisters of mercy better join your brothers
Put a stop to the soap opera right now
They say the toothless get ruthless
You better run on home
You better run — run
You better run on home

Run home

The powers that be
The powers that be
The powers that be
The powers that be
The powers that be…
They like treats, tricks, carrots and sticks
They like fear and loathing, they like sheep's clothing
And blacked-out vans
Blacked-out vans, contingency plans
They like death or glory
They love a good story
They love a good story

Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers
Put a stop to the soap opera state
They say the toothless get ruthless
Run home before its too late

You better run — run
You better run on home
You better run — run
You better run on home
You better run — run
You better run on home
You better run — run
You better run on home
You better run — run
You better run on home
You better run — run
You better run on home
You better run

Billy: Goodnight, Jim.
Jim: Goodnight, Billy.
Uncle David's Great Dane: Woof, woof, woof!
Paraquat Kelly: Bull heads, three red snapper, one pink snapper and your
Pacific coastal trench hosemonster fish.

Cynthia Fox: Ohhh! At Sky David's juke joint of joy reports, forty under the
console giggle stick ling cod, twenty-three purple perches four
sledgehammerhead sharks, and what a surprise, eightyfour crabs, and no red
snappers.
Paraquat Kelly: Hey, and that'll do for the triumphant return of the fish
report with a beat.

   
 
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