| What’s that rotten smell?
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| The stench of morning headlines
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| Someone’s trying to sell a war of ignorance
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| With newspapers passed out in our schools
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| And every morning children recite an oath to fools
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| Oh no, those are words my lips won’t make
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| I couldn’t fake blind allegiance
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| To a dead ideal while kids follow what I say
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| I should have hit the lights and said «STOP!
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| Kids you’re writing your own pledges now
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| And if you need ideas I’ll tell you when I was your age…
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| Yes you could see me, dancing in the streets
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| In front of soldiers, in battle armor, called the state police
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| I saw my parents standing next to me
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| And I thought 'This is what it’s like to bring your kids up right'
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| And I looked up and smiled"
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| Thinking people can’t be mind controlled
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| History knows this
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| So we’ll teach our children to be skeptical of the government
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| They’ll question all the lies they’re ever told
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| They’ll be fearless when they stop worshiping the flagpole
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| And reject what they’ve been sold
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| Then you will hear them, dancing in the streets
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| A sea of children singing so loud the sound is deafening
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| This war machine will collapse in disbelief
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| And the hawks will lose their wings and cry
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| For forgiveness for their crimes
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| And the kids will nod and smile |