| For every bicycle in China there’s a
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| Cryogenically frozen embryo
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| That will
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| Wake up in a cold sweat
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| Run around the veteran’s hospital
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| Wondering what gave birth to it
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| Then we’ll sing the national anthem
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| While the government rounds up zygotes
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| In the latest titanium nets
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| So they will keep their baby mouths shut
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| And suck down freedom with the other runts
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| But I’m an impostor here
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| I feel it in my bones
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| And in the way that I have never cared
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| About American hope
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| Yes, you’re an anomaly just like me
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| So let’s fuck in the street
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| To show them what it’s like to be free
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| You’ll give birth on a highway
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| With fifty frozen babies on all sides
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| Curled up in their ice cube wombs
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| Sweet, closed eyed
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| We’ll come up with their names one by one
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| Till every letter’s used
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| And they’ve thawed out in the sun
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| Then we can sharpen swords in sync with local textile workers
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| And sew together sinew for our injured ally warriors
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| Building in solidarity beneath coniferous giants
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| Planning to shove spikes into the backs of sleeping tyrants
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| The subtleties of war are loud and so obnoxious
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| That they can shake stem cells out of test tubes and leave the deaf unconscious
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| Nobody ever taught us the most valuable lesson
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| Now there’s a tragic lack of expression on the faces that we’ve dissected
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| We’re impostors here
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| I know it in my soul
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| I also know that we can rip through the skin of a monster’s throat
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| I know that all our knuckles combined can break a mammoth’s bones
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| And all these tiny teeth together can bite through stone |