Tables Gonna Turn
Written and performed by Louise Goldberg and Bob Porri
copyright 2016

verse
You sling hate at a raging storm,
Gonna hit you hard.
Like a fireball.
You bring gas to a burnng house,
Gonna take you down.
You dish out what you can't take,
while you eat your cake, with your dirty hands.
Play chicken with the rising tide,
Gonna slap you back.
Catch a boomerang.

chorus
Uh oh, uh oh,
tables gonna turn.
Uh oh, uh oh,
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verse
You build walls when we need to heal ,
Gonna crumble fast.
It's a nightmare,
You feed sand to a thirsty mouth,
Gonna pay your dues,
You bring ice, to a freezing cold,
While you sip champagne, with your grimy grin.
Wage it all almost nothing left,
Gonna lose it all,
Leave everything behind.

chorus
Uh oh, uh oh,
tables gonna turn.
Uh oh, uh oh,
WATCH!

Uh oh, uh oh,
tables gonna turn.
Uh oh, uh oh,
WATCH!

Uh oh, uh oh,
tables gonna turn.
Uh oh, uh oh,
WATCH!

Uh oh, uh oh,
WATCH!

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