| Hang them from the trees now that they tried to kill
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| Make them swallow oil now until their bodies turn still
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| Radiate their children so they might understand
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| This type of economics runs deeper than the bank
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| Oh well, well, well, my planet’s dead
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| I taste the radiation on the tip of my tongue
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| See it in my children who are feral animals
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| Deformed like little monsters
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| They cannot walk or talk at all
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| If I tried to call them human
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| You would tell me I was wrong
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| Oh well, well, well, my planet’s dead
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| Dead like my great grandmother
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| Dead like the middle class
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| Dead like the America dream
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| Dead like Whitman’s grass
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| So baby sleep while you can cos soon you’re gonna
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| Sleep in Hell
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| This man he thinks he’s god now
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| That life is his to take
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| Let him fall to the lions and let Mother Nature show her place
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| Or karma better act now, and humble this poor man
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| 'Cause if not I’mma get to him and kill the
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| With my bare hands
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| Oh well, well, well, my planet’s dead |