| A vague expression and a silent motive
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| To take this shithole by the fucking throat
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| And then it’s on our hands
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| And that’s how a new world began
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| A passing phase of quiet indignation
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| A molotov to start the conflagration
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| 'Til we’ve lost our voice
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| We’ll make a joyful noise
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| And when a penny for your treason
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| Is worth a thousand more of hollow freedom
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| The world is feeling twice as cold today
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| And there’s no more disguising this decay
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| All this shit, I gotta believe
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| It was an accident, a random chance
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| Ignorance, intolerance abounding
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| How could this be a part of any greater plan?
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| A new discussion of an age-old question
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| An age-old method towards a new direction
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| When the going’s tough
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| We’ll bite the hand that feeds
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| Break the fist that abuses
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| Be the voice of truth in a world so truthless
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| And juvenile
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| A stab in the back with a smile
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| Penny for your treason
|
| Is worth a thousand more of hollow freedom
|
| The world is feeling twice as cold today
|
| And there’s no more disguising this decay
|
| All this shit, I gotta believe
|
| It was an accident, a random chance
|
| Ignorance, intolerance abounding
|
| How could this be a part of any greater plan?
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| Na na na na na
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| And I’m going hey hey hey hey
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| The world is feeling twice as cold today
|
| And there’s no more disguising this decay
|
| All this shit, I gotta believe
|
| It was an accident, a random chance
|
| Ignorance, intolerance abounding
|
| How could this be a part of any greater plan?
|
| All this shit, I gotta believe
|
| It was an accident, a random chance
|
| Ignorance, intolerance abounding
|
| How could this be a part of any greater plan? |