| Who can we trust, who can we
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| Count on to lead us through the rain
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| Who can we trust, who can we
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| Count on to take away this pain
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| You fucking must not sit still
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| Who can we trust in this world?
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| Who can we trust in this world?
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| You fucking must not sit still
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| You fucking must not sit still
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| You know support when we walk across the tight rope
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| Horoscopes clash, a bull vs. a white goat
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| Horns of an antelope to poke hopes for peace
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| To decrease the deceased — gotta control police
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| As we reach for a helping hand out of sandy dirt
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| Can we work it more than Mandy Skir (?)
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| Land is worth more than Aboriginal people
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| The Labor or Liberals are never gonna consider us equal
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| So I’m evil in their eyes, we’re living different lives
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| We’ll live with a different rhythm I’m given to survive
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| When worlds collide, girls and guys polls apart
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| Stolen art, stolen land, holes in hearts
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| A cold and dark jungle, hard to stay humble
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| Drunk and rumble, an alcoholic Barney Gumble
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| A gun full of rotten teeth, forgotten speech
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| It’s deeper than the bottomless beach
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| Who can we trust, who can we
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| Count on to lead us through the rain
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| Who can we trust, who can we
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| Count on to take away this pain
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| You fucking must not sit still
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| Who can we trust in this world?
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| Who can we trust in this world?
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| You fucking must not sit still
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| You fucking must not sit still
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| I need to relieve the beef like Greenpeace and hippies
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| Getting followed and watched by more eyes than Mississippi
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| So give me all you got, spot the weight of the world
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| On my shoulders, understand more as I’m older
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| Hold ya with no escape, they pillage and rape
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| You then find new-age Vikings to run your state
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| They infiltrate subliminally with armies and mini-mes
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| A justice ministry with carnage and killing sprees
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| Industries that take you down if you got a clue
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| Bound to be drowned if they found out what you knew
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| Watching you as you march under order
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| Preparing a slaughter as Navy boats cross the border
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| Into enemy waters, only warning is the first shot
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| Bystanders drop to the floor not knowing what
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| Happened, flattened, giving up the freedom
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| He won’t stop the bleeding till the terror stops breathing
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| Who can we trust
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| Who can we rely on?
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| You fucking must
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| Be understanding the plan and of what I’m on about
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| Who can we trust
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| Who can we rely on?
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| You fucking must
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| Be understanding the plan of what I’m on about
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| What it is I’m on about
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| You smoking more than a roach if your head’s held high
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| Controlled daily by the government and feds world-wide
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| Would you die for a lie while kids lie on the street
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| Covered by white sheets, parents cry for defeat
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| Eats them alive inside, their life’s all over
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| Bite from a cobra, surprised they’re so sober
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| So your world should stop from a man’s move
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| If it’s not you, another fan that stands to lose
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| A Rubix Cube — no side ever wants to match up
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| Wrack your brain while the insane manufacture
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| Plots and plans to drop death from crop dusters
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| Bust you up — heads hit the deck like Chad Muska
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| Crusty Demons, fiends who feed off the screaming
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| Scarred by meaning — nah you must just be dreaming
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| Nah you’re not, it’s rock-solid reality
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| The fallacies of one man turn to fatalities
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| Who can we trust, who can we
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| Count on to lead us through the rain
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| Who can we trust, who can we
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| Count on to take away this pain
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| You fucking must not sit still
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| Who can we trust in this world?
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| Who can we trust in this world?
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| You fucking must not sit still
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| You fucking must not sit still
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| Yeah, keep avoiding the truth
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| Keep the Reaper’s puppet controlling your life
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| Keep enrolling yourself into suicide
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| Keep on living through lies and fear
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| Or hear someone new that you might not be used to
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| Standing up and opening your eyes |