| They’re profiting from your worry
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| They’re selling blanks down at the DMZ
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| They’re banking on the sound and fury
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| Makes you wonder what it all’s got to do with me
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| Bloodless for now
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| I’m keeping mine with the altruists
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| I’m putting my weight behind the dancer
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| I know it’s hard to be an optimist
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| When you trust least the ones who claim to have the answers
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| And it’s an uncivil war
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| It’s an uncivil war
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| It’s an uncivil war
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| Bloodless for now
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| And the poets, they explode like bombs
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| (Bloodless for now)
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| While the gentry is drinking Moet Chandon
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| (Bloodless for now)
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| Turn around and quote a well known psalm
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| Don’t you worry 'bout the wicked
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| Don’t you envy those who do wrong
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| And your innocence will be like the dawn
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| While the justice of your cause will shine like the noonday sun
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| Well, the best lack all conviction
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| And the worst keep sharpening their claws
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| They’re peddling in their dark fictions
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| While what’s left of us, well, we just hem and we haw
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| And it feels like 1936
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| In Catalonia
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| In Catalonia
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| Bloodless for now
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| Bloodless for now
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| And the poets, they explode like bombs
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| (Bloodless for now)
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| Drinking Moet Chandon
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| (Bloodless for now)
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| Turn around and quote a well known psalm
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| Don’t you worry 'bout the wicked
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| Don’t you envy those who do wrong
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| And your innocence will be like the dawn
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| While the justice of your cause will shine like the noonday sun |