| The dealer’s in the backstreet
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| Screaming to her phone
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| Someone stole her stash and
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| She’s gonna kill em now
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| We ran out to see what happened
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| Then slinked back to our home
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| Drew the shades
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| Locked the door
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| Unpaused Game of Thrones
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| Joe Strummer’s been dead for too damn long
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| And now we’re all just numb to what’s gone wrong
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| Hiding in our homes
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| Don’t talk to them
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| We don’t fight
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| We don’t riot
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| Even when the war’s outside our door
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| We don’t fight
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| We don’t riot
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| Even when the war’s outside our door
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| We don’t fight
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| We don’t riot
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| Even when the war’s outside our door
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| They’re rioting in Virginia
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| We watched it from our phones
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| And changed our Facebook pictures
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| To congratulate ourselves
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| We make nervous jokes and whispers
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| About the sexts we’re sending out
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| And how the NSA’s always listening
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| I wonder if they’re turned on?
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| Joe Strummer’s been dead for too damn long
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| And now we’re all just numb to what they’ve done
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| You give an inch, and they’ll just take your arm
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| No, we don’t fight
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| We don’t riot
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| Even when the war’s outside our door
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| No, we don’t fight
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| We don’t riot
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| Even when the war’s outside our door
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| We don’t fight
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| We don’t riot
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| Even when the war’s outside our door
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| Staring while standing still
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| Most times gun shots are cherry bombs around here
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| We could be sleepier
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| We could sure sleep easier
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| But, sometimes, them cherry bombs mean, I mean…
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| War’s outside our door
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| No, we don’t fight
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| We don’t riot
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| Even when the war’s outside our door |