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It don't do much good lookin' back 
But maybe if we could
We'd find another way to take
That'd be for a greater good

Maybe it's worth a look
The preacher he thought we should

Nineteen seventy-nine it was 
And times was pretty rough
Merle egged the truckers on 
And they shot the highways up

They're burnin' Five Points down
Right there in Levittown

Six hours in the gas lines
Then they tell us they run out
Pregnant lady gets up front
Then she's beat up by the crowd

Was a pillow anyways
That's how it was those days

It's been thirty some odd years
Since we really won a war
We left our souls in Vietnam 
And still don't know what for

Now Ayatollahs run Iran
Russians in Afghanistan

OPEC's holding back our gas
And we've had enough of that

So the preacher man that tends our flock
Well he goes on TV
He says I been on my mountaintop 
Tryin' to see what I could see

Now I'll tell y'all what I heard
I will share with you the Word

If there's anything that's clear to me
It's that we're mired in malaise
Our confidence is mighty low
We ought to change our ways

We're Americans after all 
We should be standing tall 

We just put a man on the Moon
So we got to fix this soon

Now as your humble pastor
I issue you this call
We must wean ourselves from foreign oil
And do it once and for all

This is gonna take sacrifice
We will pay a heavy price

It'll be one helluva fight
But we'll do it 'cause it's right

Our congregation thought a lot about
What the preacher said that day
But what he asked of us was just too much
So we took the easy way

Maybe that cost us more
Thirty years of Mid East war

With no sign of an end
Could he have been right back then?

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