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  1. Eye Of The Storm

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Eye Of The Storm
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Eye Of The Storm



Crazy Ted cut a hole in his head

pulled out his brain, put in a tv set

now Ted just smiles as he flips those dials

stayin’ in tune is his latest style

He’s got no load on his mind ‘cause his line

is finely tuned by Central



Crazy Tom he’s got the bomb

rolled up inside his sweaty palm

You know Tom, he’s never missed

givin’ it to you with his exploding fist

and like a bad dream, like a Hitchock twist,

you never know it’s comin’



Now wouldn’t you feel so good and warm

wouldn’t you feel like you belong

standing in the arms of someone strong

in the eye of the storm



Anna Lee lost her memory

somewhere back in 1973

she’s got a face filled with divine light

when she says: babe, the future’s bright

and walks off softly into the night

with no one in particular



Hank and Frank each have someone to thank

each took $10,000 from the citizens’ bank

Frank was a director and Hank had a gun

Frank gave his to Nixon and said let justice be done

They put Frank in the cabinet and Hank in the tank

and said be grateful we don’t shoot you



They came to my house and stripped it clean

of every single book and magazine

They said you don’t need to read or sing

‘cause love, love, love is everything

Five minutes later my doorbell rings,

and you walk in and say “I love you.”

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