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Say, is that rain or are they tears?
That has stained your concrete face for years.
The crying, weeping, shedding strife
Year after year, life after life.

An air of freshly broken ground.
A concrete angel lit right down
Upon the grave which swallows fast
It’s peace at last, peace at last!

oh you mean like this....

what is everyone staring at?

AAAAAAAAAA-OOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Now this is what Trader Vic's is missing! ;D

AAAAAAAAA-OOOOOOOOOOO

Now this is taking me back to Trader Vic's sippin' a Piña Colada!

Get your money for nothin get your chicks for free
I want my
Iwant my
I want my MTV

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour tvs

That aint workin thats the way you do it
Money for nothin and your chicks for free

Now that aint workin thats the way you do it
You play the guitar on the mtv

I want my MTV...

AAAAA----OOOOOOOOOOO