| You say you conserve, that’s true, but I laugh
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| When the bottle is through, you’ll still have your stash, yes
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| Your idiot mug impressed the masses
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| Fear mongering cuts through the classes
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| But in a days work, and when it was chic
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| You always found time to grease up the sheiks
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| Yeah you buttered him up flattered all night
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| But then he didn’t bend so you stepped on shi’te
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| Gonna kill our masters, gotta end it faster
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| Why we do it fast? |
| Just to push them in the past
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| We can’t find a podium? |
| No microphone?
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| No PA, audience? |
| Then we’ll do it alone
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| It’s quite a team you’ve managed to acquire
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| Deniers, liars and pacifiers
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| They joined your old boys club
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| And control our fate from a hot-tub
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| You can justify the attacks
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| Just 'cause you got some token blacks
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| To nod sternly and stand all stoic
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| Make a moron like you seem heroic
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| War on terror is war of error
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| Stuff the enemy in your SUV
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| Endless war, it’s true, I’ve seen
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| Sanitized for your TV screen
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| War on terror is war of error
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| Stuff the enemy in your SUV
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| 1−9-8−4, it’s true, I’ve seen
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| Threads, Brazil and soylent green
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| The spoils of war, goal of a fool
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| Unsure if you’re wrong, so you try and keep cool
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| 'Cause you’re a cowboy, studied Marlboro ads
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| Lassoing contracts for friends of your dad
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| So, do what’s whispered in your ear piece
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| Hide facts you can’t grasp with a clear blank face
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| But don’t forget to talk in a monotone
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| So you’re resolute like a kidney stone
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| What will we do
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| What will you do
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| When you have to fight on your own soil |