| There’s a Coca-Cola kid in Seattle night
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| Not blinded by the Washington spotlight
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| Now he don’t know but he’s been told
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| That no government ever had soul
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| TV colors and NASCAR rules
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| Well he’s taxed to death while he pays his dues
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| Capitol riots in the street tonight
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| Move like a bullet in the neon light
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| Don’t want no nightstick justice from the men in blue
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| No 1984 coming after you
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| Now we’ll march on through the streets and time
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| Through the slings and the arrows and the dirt and grime
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| 10 years from now no one will remember
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| A Backstreet moment or last December
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| To every punk that has gone before
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| This is your song -- now and forevermore
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| Capitol riots in the street tonight
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| Move like a bullet in the neon light
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| Don’t want no nightstick justice from the men in blue
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| No 1984 coming after you
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| All around the globe
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| It’s government control
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| All hail the E. U
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| 'til it’s coming after you
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| Capitol riots in the street tonight
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| Move like a bullet in the neon light
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| Don’t want no nightstick justice from the men in blue
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| No 1984 coming after you
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| In every brick and mortar town
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| The rain comes down
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| Let’s salute the groovy corporate
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| Makes the world go round
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| But there’s a kid out there
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| Who hears a different sound |