| I wanna see the scene unified
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| Everybody knows everyone
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| The hole in this broken ship gets repaired
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| Here in the valley of the slum
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| We won’t need to copy, shit-talk or lie
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| We could have our own thing going
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| We could have shows every single night
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| People would admire what we’re doing
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| Yeah, these are our ideals
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| These are our demands
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| Get on the floor and put up your hands
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| We’ll ball-gag your mouth
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| Turn the safety off
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| Squeeze the trigger and rock
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| I wanna see Olympia in flames
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| Portland reduced to dust
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| We need to stop fighting, stop hating, and start rhyming
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| We must, we must, we must, we must
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| Yeah, these are our ideals
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| These are our demands
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| Get on the floor and put up your hands
|
| We’ll ball-gag your mouth
|
| Turn the safety off
|
| Squeeze the trigger and rock
|
| Yeah, these are our ideals
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| These are our demands
|
| Get on the floor and put up your hands
|
| We’ll ball-gag your mouth
|
| Turn the safety off
|
| Squeeze the trigger and rock |