| from the bullies have no heart
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| the only thing it tears apart
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| to live inside a battle zone
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| a simple man can’t find a home
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| home is where the hate begins
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| it doesn’t count unless it wins
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| corporate pigs keep getting fat
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| and number one is where it’s at
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| to sit on roof on number two
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| stare into your tv set
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| the cogs of industry grind on
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| something something something bet
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| the cop collar make up tha blue
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| soon as they set their sites on you
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| without the fear in which we drown
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| injustice might not keep us down
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| Do the neighbors keep you up at night?
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| Then talk to 'em; |
| don’t start a fight
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| don’t be so quick to call police
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| for it’s just a fascist cop you bring
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| why can’t we try to make the best
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| the rest can go and die
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| we don’t want lies that educate the hate
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| the rest can choke on fate and apple pie
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| so with the choice you make
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| your something life becomes the fate
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| the plastic something something facade
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| something and zero vision
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| war and lies on television
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| we’ve become a mindless ghost
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| frigid pathetic something ghost
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| Now there’s unjust laws and code
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| when freedom rots the soul erodes
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| with microscopic brain incisions
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| Hooking you to your television
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| brand new car, a brand new wife
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| a brand new home and a brand new life
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| to wash and clean this violent day
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| a bill clean your thoughts away
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| some something able place
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| red and white it wins the race
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| and all those that don’t fit the mold
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| can starve and die out in the cold
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| something and zero vision
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| war and lies on television
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| we’ve become a mindless ghost
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| frigid pathetic something ghost |