| Let me show you how life is a bitch;
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| when a man strapped in C4
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| can walk up in a restaurant
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| and detonate the switch
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| High levels of the chemical poison, fearless, death to the infidels
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| A lot of chess play, hidden in them cells
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| Deep inside a neighborhood, of upstanding citizens
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| in the middle of a holy war worth billions
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| In the clutches of a sheik, who let his oil wealth speak
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| that got these suit and tie crackers up in power come 'n seek
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| With the market and the lawyer that’s a done deal for ya
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| With terrorism feedin off fear and paranoia
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| Got your Homeland Security, now they get braver
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| Let 'em tap all your lines, now you feel safer
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| Just invade all your privacy, the lesson every day
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| They’ll reserve for you to stay in Guantanamo Bay
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| You wanna blow buildings up, and hijack planes
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| In world war, who’s to blame? |
| They’ll never be the same
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| Only hardship and pain
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| It’s the LP «American Me,» stay tuned… |