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Some folks have the same song and dance,
Downtown bars and cheap romance,
Getting off not getting far alone,
I watch this freeway turn to dust,
I flick you off the upper crust,
Shouting down how you can bring it back to how it was.

I act out and you act tough,
When you save face I call your buff,
If you don't wanna give me some,
I'll find someone who does.

Sweat your summers hot and sweet,
I run your streets with me bare feet,
But you still got the coldest cold I know,
Ohio, Ohio.

Holy roller make some sound,
Before your time goes underground,
You built the stage,
I throw it down,
Ohio, Ohio.

Never left till my daddy died,
I got swept up in family pride,
The truth is that the truth came in,
And hung me out to dry.

I crushed my face deep in the dirt,
I'll dig the ground and sow the hurt,
Lungs filled up to shout the worst,
And live inside,
Ohio, Ohio.

Holy roller make some sound,
Before your time goes underground,
You built the stage,
I throw it down,
Ohio.

You're a glass window display,
Of preaching man you praise to pray,
A hand me down thrift store trade,
That never got you paid.

I tap my foot and slap my knee,
Play all night long to beg you please,
You're still my favorite song to sing along to,
Ohio, Ohio, Ohio, Ohio.

Holy roller make some sound,
Before your time goes underground,
You built the stage,
I throw it down,
I throw it down,
I throw it down,
Ohio, Ohio, Ohio.

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