Deja Vu
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Lyrics
I was drinking diet coke with the common folk
In a bar down in Tel Aviv
When in walked my friend
He was grinning a grin
Cause he knows that the tab’s on me
Then came a man of black on a camel’s back
With an oil barrel and a gun
He had a book like us but took it serious
Said “I told you I ain’t here for fun.”
I said “Brother this place looks familiar.”
Ain’t I’ve been here time before
I get the deja vu when I’m drinking with you
You know I blacked out a little in the last cold war
I walked away and put a dime in the jukebox
I love to hear me that old unfortunate son
While I turned my back he smacked the man in the black
A bonafide beat ’em up had begun
The fists were ‘a flying the people were dying
He said look out the man’s got a nuke
But he’s been saying that for years
To anyone with ears every time he needs a gun to shoot
I said “Brother this place looks familiar.”
And I’ve been here a time before
Maybe maybe not you know it gets a little hot
I blacked out a little in the Iraq war
We was liberating people from the ugly and evil
We was fighting in the mud in the beer
They blew up my jukebox and ruined all my peace
Talks the tab was getting higher here
I said “Leave me alone I wanna go home
I told my people I’m a man of peace
He said “This is your new hobby
Meet me in the lobby and leave your wallet with me.”
I said “Brother this place seems familiar.”
And I’ve been here a time before
I get the deja vu when I’m drinking with you
I got a feeling I’ll be back for more
In a bar down in Tel Aviv
When in walked my friend
He was grinning a grin
Cause he knows that the tab’s on me
Then came a man of black on a camel’s back
With an oil barrel and a gun
He had a book like us but took it serious
Said “I told you I ain’t here for fun.”
I said “Brother this place looks familiar.”
Ain’t I’ve been here time before
I get the deja vu when I’m drinking with you
You know I blacked out a little in the last cold war
I walked away and put a dime in the jukebox
I love to hear me that old unfortunate son
While I turned my back he smacked the man in the black
A bonafide beat ’em up had begun
The fists were ‘a flying the people were dying
He said look out the man’s got a nuke
But he’s been saying that for years
To anyone with ears every time he needs a gun to shoot
I said “Brother this place looks familiar.”
And I’ve been here a time before
Maybe maybe not you know it gets a little hot
I blacked out a little in the Iraq war
We was liberating people from the ugly and evil
We was fighting in the mud in the beer
They blew up my jukebox and ruined all my peace
Talks the tab was getting higher here
I said “Leave me alone I wanna go home
I told my people I’m a man of peace
He said “This is your new hobby
Meet me in the lobby and leave your wallet with me.”
I said “Brother this place seems familiar.”
And I’ve been here a time before
I get the deja vu when I’m drinking with you
I got a feeling I’ll be back for more
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