Roger Hodgson
Showdown
Well, there's crying in the kitchen And there's fighting in the streetAnd there's cocaine in the schoolyard Yet my heart don't miss a beatAnd the preacher's on the telly And he's handing me the phoneGot an ulcer in his belly And a torment in his soulHe can't let go, oh, he can't let goEverybody wants a contributionTelling me they've got the best solutionNo one wants the carousel to slow downSeems to me we're heading for a showdownAnd there's poison in the water And there's holes up in the skyAnd the children keep on asking
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