Today is Wednesday, the 6th of February 2019.
Kylie is calling from Ohio. Llama is singing a song,
Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drummin'
Four dead in Ohio
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are gunning us down
Should have been done long ago
What if you knew her and
Found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?
Na na-na-na, na-na na-na
Na na-na-na, na-na na
Na na-na-na, na-na na-na
Na na-na-na, na-na na
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago
What if you knew her and
Found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?
Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drummin'
Four dead in Ohio
Four dead in Ohio (Four dead)
Four dead in Ohio (Four)
Four dead in Ohio (How many?)
Four dead in Ohio (How many more?)
Four dead in Ohio (Why?)
Four dead in Ohio (Oh!)
Four dead in Ohio (Four)
Four dead in Ohio (Why?)
Four dead in Ohio (Why?)
That Canadian Neil Young seams to be no fan of that President of old, Richard Nixon, Kylie says. I bet he's no fan of the new one either, the llama replies. Don't say his name, Kylie says, let's keep on calling him he-who-must-not-be-named. Do not offend the Dark Lord, Voldemort, the llama shouts out. Hang on Sloopy, Kylie says. After a while, crocodile, the llama replies. What about a trip to Springfield, Ohio, Kylie asks. Every state need a Springfield, the llama says. Let's go. And off they went …
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