| The game we play is life and death
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| Your worth measured in dollars and in cents
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| There ain’t no lifeline coming (coming)
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| Unless you pay the price (the price)
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| Your hope, freedom, your sanity (sanity)
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| A product, not a right
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| These are the days that test your heart and soul
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| Strap yourself in for the American fall
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| Day after day it is all crash and burn
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| A nation hijacked by the criminals
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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| Yeah
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| Your neighbor is your enemy
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| Your real friends are on the TV
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| They’re selling lies and self-loathing
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| Nothing no one should pay to be
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| The cost of healthcare, cost of guns
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| The cost of knowledge, cost of love
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| When prison is an industry
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| Somebody’s getting locked away
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| Uninvited to the party
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| They’re cold, afraid, and starving
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| There’s gotta be more
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| To the millions who are marching
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| Than a separation of just a few degrees
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| Between evil, famine, and the disease
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| These are the days that test your heart and soul
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| Strap yourself in for the American fall
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| Day after day it is all crash and burn
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| A nation hijacked by the criminals
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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| Reject the criminality
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| That monetizes our humanity
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| Construct a new reality
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| Where you’re not just a number, you’re a name
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| We’ll never have our dignity
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| Till all you fascists are six feet deep |