| I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do
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| Gonna paint the desert red white and fucking blue
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| See through the cable news veneer, while a country insane with fear
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| Goosesteps down the Appian way, we’re all gonna rue the day
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| It won’t be long 'till we’re all dead and gone
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| I got a feeling something’s wrong
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| It won’t be long 'till we’re all dead and gone
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| The world’s seeing stars and stripes and smart bombs
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| I’ll tell you how it’s gonna be
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| We’ll die like drowning rats, just swallowed by the sea
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| Freedom’s on the ides of marching, onward Christian soldiers of fortune
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| Reversing tides of red herrings, hollow, how low can we go?
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| It won’t be long 'till we’re all dead and gone
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| I got a feeling something’s wrong
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| It won’t be long 'till we’re all dead and gone
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| The world’s seeing stars and stripes and smart bombs
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| See through the cable news veneer
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| While a country insane with fear
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| Goosesteps down the Appian way
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| We’re all gonna rue the day
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| It won’t be long 'till we’re all dead and gone
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| We’re singing everyone’s swan song
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| It won’t be long 'till we’re all dead and gone
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| I got a feeling something’s wrong
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| It won’t be long 'till we’re all dead and gone
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| The world’s seeing stars and stripes and smart bombs |