"PolitRock "
(c) (p) c.g.cooper  2009

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Musicians:
Bob Williams: guitar
Mark Shrieber: drums
Charlie Cooper: vocal, guitar
Calvin Bass: bass3

© Cooper / Sanders © 1984

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When the fire in my heart starts to rip my world apart and
The feeling that flows ain't too pretty
Something burning deep inside gets impossible to hide
There's no place I can go in this whole city
To try and stop the awful shock It gets me reeling. I get this feeling
My brains starts aching and my hands start shaking
I don't want to play the cards that they're dealing.

Cho. Ya gotta give it to me, ya gotta give it to me.
YA GOTTA GIVE IT TO ME! Polit Rock!

Sometimes I could just throw up when I work in this fast food joint
I'd like to whip it to the whopper, stick it to the pickle
'till the get my point.
They treat me like a kid. The lowest bid,
I bitch and moan like any drone
Until the day I'll get my way
And drag the Burger King from his thrown (Cho.)

We're gonna funk the punk in Manayunk they'll dance until they're silly
When the bass starts poppin' in Conshohocken
They'll hear us in South Philly
We'll rock our way to K&A. We'll scream and shout. We'll kick it out.
We're gonna rip we're gonna riot 'till there ain't no quiet
Gonna rock out this whole joint. (Cho.)

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