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row\nThat a fuse is gonna blow\nAt the local hop at the local county jail\n\n(Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do?)\n(Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do?)\n\nSergeant Baker started talkin' with a bullhorn in his hand\nHe was cool, he was clear he was always in command\nHe said, \"Blood will flow\nHere Padre - Padre you talk to your boys\"\n\"Trust in me\nGod will come to set you free\"\n\nWell, we don't understand why you called in the National Guard\n(The National Guard, the National Guard)\nWhen Uncle Sam is the one who belongs in the exercise yard\n(The exercise yard, the exercise yard)\nWe all got balls and brains\nBut some's got balls and chains\nAt the local dance at the local county jail\n\nLoad up, load up, load up with rubber bullets\nLoad up, load up, load up with rubber bullets\n(Is it really such a crime)\n(For a guy to spend his time?)\nAt the local dance at the local county jail\nAt the local dance at the local county jail\n(Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do?)\n(Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do?)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.66] I went to a party at the local county jail\n[00:35.33] All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail\n[00:41.61] But the guys were indiscreet\n[00:45.03] They were brawling in the street\n[00:48.49] At the local dance at the local county jail\n[00:54.77] Well the band were playing and the booze began to flow\n[01:01.05] But the sound came over on the police car radio\n[01:07.64] Down at Precinct 49\n[01:10.92] Having a tear-gas of a time\n[01:14.26] Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail\n[01:20.41] Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets\n[01:26.98] Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets\n[01:33.16] (I love to hear those convicts squeal)\n[01:36.38] (It's a shame these slugs ain't real)\n[01:39.94] But we can't have dancin' at the local county jail\n[01:46.49] Sergeant Baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail\n[01:52.62] And for miles around\n[01:54.95] You could hear the sirens wail\n[01:58.97] There's a rumour goin' round death row\n[02:02.12] That a fuse is gonna blow\n[02:05.66] At the local hop at the local county jail\n[02:11.96] (Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do?)\n[02:13.63] (Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do?)\n[02:43.19] Sergeant Baker started talkin' with a bullhorn in his hand\n[02:49.34] He was cool, he was clear he was always in command\n[02:55.59] He said, \"Blood will flow\n[03:00.22] Here Padre - Padre you talk to your boys\"\n[03:06.95] \"Trust in me\n[03:10.48] God will come to set you free\"\n[03:19.16] Well, we don't understand why you called in the National Guard\n[03:23.24] (The National Guard, the National Guard)\n[03:25.43] When Uncle Sam is the one who belongs in the exercise yard\n[03:29.88] (The exercise yard, the exercise yard)\n[03:32.26] We all got balls and brains\n[03:34.75] But some's got balls and chains\n[03:38.28] At the local dance at the local county jail\n[03:44.82] Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets\n[03:51.01] Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets\n[03:57.31] (Is it really such a crime)\n[04:00.44] (For a guy to spend his time?)\n[04:03.77] At the local dance at the local county jail\n[04:10.82] At the local dance at the local county jail\n[04:15.32] (Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do?)\n[04:16.93] (Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do?)\n[05:12.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rubber Bullets\n  artist: 10cc\n  album: Rubber Bullets\n  duration_ms: 317000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I went to a party at the local county jail\n  start_ms: 1660\n  end_ms: 35330\n- text: All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail\n  start_ms: 35330\n  end_ms: 41610\n- text: But the guys were indiscreet\n  start_ms: 41610\n  end_ms: 45030\n- text: They were brawling in the street\n  start_ms: 45030\n  end_ms: 48490\n- text: At the local dance at the local county jail\n  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Sam is the one who belongs in the exercise yard\n(The exercise yard, the exercise yard)\nWe all got balls and brains\nBut some's got balls and chains\nAt the local dance at the local county jail\n\nLoad up, load up, load up with rubber bullets\nLoad up, load up, load up with rubber bullets\n(Is it really such a crime)\n(For a guy to spend his time?)\nAt the local dance at the local county jail\nAt the local dance at the local county jail\n(Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do?)\n(Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do?)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.66] I went to a party at the local county jail\n[00:35.33] All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail\n[00:41.61] But the guys were indiscreet\n[00:45.03] They were brawling in the street\n[00:48.49] At the local dance at the local county jail\n[00:54.77] Well the band were playing and the booze began to flow\n[01:01.05] But the sound came over on the police car radio\n[01:07.64] Down at Precinct 49\n[01:10.92] Having a 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boys\"\n[03:06.95] \"Trust in me\n[03:10.48] God will come to set you free\"\n[03:19.16] Well, we don't understand why you called in the National Guard\n[03:23.24] (The National Guard, the National Guard)\n[03:25.43] When Uncle Sam is the one who belongs in the exercise yard\n[03:29.88] (The exercise yard, the exercise yard)\n[03:32.26] We all got balls and brains\n[03:34.75] But some's got balls and chains\n[03:38.28] At the local dance at the local county jail\n[03:44.82] Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets\n[03:51.01] Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets\n[03:57.31] (Is it really such a crime)\n[04:00.44] (For a guy to spend his time?)\n[04:03.77] At the local dance at the local county jail\n[04:10.82] At the local dance at the local county jail\n[04:15.32] (Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do?)\n[04:16.93] (Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do?)\n[05:12.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rubber Bullets\n  artist: 10cc\n  album: 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