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Old Harrison's chained, everyone's the same
says "I reckon it'll all fall apart"
in his rock-n-roll clothes, at these rock-n-roll shows
he thinks to himself "Yes, i guess I'll fit right in"

A sound when off in poor George's head
and all of his thoughts they all have fled

Oh baby, am I crazy? Am I AWOL, or do I glow?
Yes I know this pain that's ripping you, yes
it's ripped me too.

Eight ballerinas collapse to the floor
holding their temples begging please no more
while the Handicapper General, with her snarling nose flared, is making sure all is on the level
and everyone's scared
While she thinks so clearly, with the greatest of ease
grabbing their necks, slowly begins to squeeze.

You're given the freedom to choose, but all your options they maybe seem gone
Like maybe you threw out the baby with the bath water being drawn
Ah but you swear your eyes are open wide and working just fine
You say that maybe it's just dark outside, all of the time

But you're stuck in the dust bowl, breaking down
You've been stuck there so long you've grown into that frown
And that Handicapper General is pushing you around

Oh I say "Baby, am I crazy, am I AWOL, or do I glow?"
"Yes I told you you could along too, but it's you who must decide what you must do."

Me, I'm mounting up, I must be moving on
I'm just passing through these cultured iron bars
passed your hoops of fire, with the dull flickering flame
Man the sweet trail is speaking, and it's speaking my name
No I can't stay long, thank you just the same.

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