| We’re under attack
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| A knife in the back form you
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| The sirens wail and I’m on my way
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| Tied to the world with these four strings I play
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| And they’re always out of tune
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| Gotta list of your needs and wants
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| 24 hour roadside resistance
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| Is all I got for you
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| Line 'em up and we’ll knock 'em down
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| All I got is this raging sound
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| We make and you take what’s not bolted down
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| Just one match will burn this town
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| And you’d look so pretty with your head on fire
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| You brought me down but Joe’s &lifier
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| Cut through my body and I’m feeling higher
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| Association of thieves and liars
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| Resist- We’re under attack
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| A knife in the back from you
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| We make our home wherever we lay
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| I tie my hands with these four strings I play
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| And I break one every other day
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| Get your guitar cord and hang 'em high -ALRIGHT!
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| Like a piñata we’ll smash 'em for what’s inside
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| Then I’ll be satisfied
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| You sent us a letter. |
| We wrote you a song
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| The structure’s weak but the message is strong
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| Waiting in the shadows for you to respond
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| You lit the fuse. |
| We hold the bomb. |