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Texty: Iggy Pop. Soldier. Mr. Dynamite.

They call me Mr. Dynamite
I blow things up in black and white
An end to your charade
A button I have made must be pushed

There is no reason for the sky
When I'm on fire with your lies
So if I win this fight
They'll call me Mr. Dynamite

So here we stand both you and I
We're face to face but eye to eye
Tomorrow you may change
And I may be the train my friend

Oh mommy mommy mommy
Do you remember Mr. Dynamite?
You know that guy right down the street
He blew things up in black and white

Yesterday he changed
Today he is betrayed
He's on the ground
The neighborhood gathers 'round

Poor Mr. Dynamite
Poor Mr. Dynamite
Oh no I'd have mercy and pity on
Poor Mr. Dynamite

Hey where are you now Mr. Dynamite
Are you in Heaven?
Hey where are you now Mr. Dynamite
Are you in Heaven?
If you are in Hell don't tell