| A studio audience’s general anesthesia itch
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| Remedied by «chop sui generis» the seminal sleeper hit
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| From this tag-banger doppelganger
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| Turned a non-partisan anti-hero
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| And the sneaker fits
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| I’m undeniably left-leaning others got cold feet
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| It’s because they’re breast-feeding
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| On this golden teat (of an old elite)
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| This synthetic mammary gland
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| Of a pop-cult nurse aid in a birdcage
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| Which is actually an Iraqi oil drum
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| Mistaken as the divine mother by daddy’s spoiled son
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| That’s why you die in high numbers
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| For this populous Texan and his innocuous yes-men
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| You’re a compliant spyhunter
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| Fresh dried-blood globules on dog tags
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| Are like scarlet opals
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| Exchanged for fossil fuels
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| So I charge rigged voting poles
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| Cuz the day’s autumn hues lie
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| On a garbage boats on shoals
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| And an estranged god rules
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| Urging soccer mom’s to want to carpet bomb
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| A peace rally on your campus quad
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| Watch as an Islamic phantom god
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| Is slain by a movie star
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| In a red, white and blue unitard
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| On a Fox news sister station
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| On cue insipid patrons soft-shoe
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| We refuse the ruling class in broadcast antennae headdresses
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| With more no’s and less yes’s
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| Recon in war zones is your certain death sentence
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| So we need more no’s and less yes’s
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| I’ll unzip the sky and reveal
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| The inner-workings that are hidden
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| With more no’s and less yes’s
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| More no’s and less yes’s
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| More no’s and less yes’s
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| Every feather a boarding pass
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| For the fluorescent shuttle soaring past
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| Forged from remnants of a former me
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| A hollow bulb that died of the common cold
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| And you lack the language to appraise
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| What was my fleshy housing due to my
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| Wild fling with the art scene underbelly
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| I, a style king toiled over a volley of
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| Ideas and scrutinized today’s news
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| But I’ve now been reduced to super-sized plates of food
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| And even this supposed headspace
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| That hemorrhages with a carbonated fizz
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| Is auctioned off for bargain rated bids
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| A sugary glaze is applied to every
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| Unfertilized seedling that my dementia approves
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| Every aroused spoof
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| Now childproof
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| Every emphatic 'no'
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| Now an ambivalent 'yes'
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| As you know they’re arbitrarily assigned an Axis of Evil
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| But it can’t be remedied by my on-campus free show
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| I would hyper-extend this Californian cactus needle
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| To snag rifle straps and also stab vinyl stacks
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| But it’s used to inject botox in the cheeks of big-face bills
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| And I with chipped paint in my gills
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| Know that elected official and lobbyist have hid waste spills
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| And also misplaced kills
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| But in the face of that neo-con Nazi
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| I am no Noam Chomsky
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| I’m a nagging teen in baggy jeans
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| Who fixates on frills as bombs drop free
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| Yes we’re embalmed zombies
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| Getting all shitfaced as interest-rates build on defense shares
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| But no homie, I’ll die voicing my grievances
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| Give the bronze urn of this naysayer
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| To the modern-day Quaker
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| The long-term of your slave labor
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| Has been discontinued
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| This quick-tongue ginsus right-wing filibusters
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| We refuse the ruling class in broadcast antennae headdresses
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| With more no’s and less yes’s
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| Recon in war zones is your certain death sentence
|
| So we need more no’s and less yes’s
|
| I’ll unzip the sky and reveal the inner-working that are hidden
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| With more no’s and less yes’s
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| More no’s and less yes’s
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| More no’s and less yes’s |