| Scales of injustice, crush us Politicians have the gats and they’re telling to trust
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| All the wicked fleets, it’s too bad you see
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| That we can’t all live in harmony
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| So I’ll be picking up every penny that I see on the streets
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| And you’ll be hoping that your god is as real as the priest
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| So when your kid is being drafted to the middle east
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| Just be praying that your god is as real as me One million troops (Ten billion bombs)
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| Killers in suits (to shake your pulse)
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| The corporate empire feeds the fire to kill us all (Kill us all)
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| Bureaucracy (Hypocrisy)
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| They pocket all (This country needs)
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| No War should rob us of our right to democracy (Democracy)
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| Scales of injustice, imply this
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| That whose ever holding the gun should be the one to enlist
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| And if you can’t understand this message at hand
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| Were going straight to the white house to deliver this plan
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| All the fascists that are stuck up with their brand new suits
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| Have the power to encage us with the red white and blue
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| They’ve taping our mouths shut and robbing us blind
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| But no one can see the damage of this white collar crime
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| Where is your god, Now that your child is f**king dead
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| For a war, your tears will forever shed
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| So the scales have been weighed and the guilty are free
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| And yet you kept your mouths shut and stayed in your seat
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| So remove the f**kin tape and annunciate
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| The clock is ticking time away, do it now cuz tomorrows too late |