| I go armed to the teeth and I wander the streets
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| Confirming my worst suspicions
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| Lie awake in my bed disguising my dread
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| As concern for the human condition
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| I’m a God-fearing man but I get blood on my hands
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| And I deal with the public and I do what I can
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| To keep these thoughts of a plague at bay
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| The streets are filled with boys all crazy in the noise
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| Every single one a dupe of advertising ploys
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| All blown out on dust and high-caliber toys
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| And they keep me in terror and they keep me employed
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| And I’m nobody
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| I am nobody
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| A federal team arrived at the scene
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| To impede my investigation
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| The president beamed to every TV screen
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| Good news about the state of the nation
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| No rumors of war, not like times before
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| So why do I sleep behind a bulletproof door
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| Drinking my fear of the day away
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| My precinct crew has come unglued
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| And those little envelopes keep coming on through
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| I talk too much and I drink too much
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| But I’m paying my mortgage and paying my dues
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| And I’m nobody
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| I am nobody
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| I got out of the army, guess I didn’t know what to do
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| Came home, joined the police force
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| I was still a young man; |
| seen too many movies
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| So I asked for the gang squad
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| Of course what I didn’t expect was seeing children lying dead
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| And standing helpless on the side
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| You ought to hear their mamas cry
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| To nobody
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| And everywhere I go I hear somebody say
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| The drugs are brought in by the CIA
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| So who am I working for, who do I protect?
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| Who do I talk to, there’s nowhere to connect
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| And who am I?
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| I’ll tell you who I am
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| I am nobody |