| Stop that useless noise
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| Taking the waves leaves us no choice
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| «But what about the ones who tried so hard?»
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| You burn their fuel tanks and leave them charred
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| Be not afraid
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| Heed what I say:
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| The four of us are here to stay
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| To right some wrongs
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| And write some songs
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| Just don’t remove the neutral prong
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| So take this lying down
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| Or stand up and stand your ground
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| If I’m coming across mad
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| It’s only because I am
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| Four years headed south
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| Content puts a bad taste in our mouths
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| «But what about the ones who took your place?»
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| We’ve got five fingers for their face
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| We can’t be stopped
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| We won’t be stopped
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| We’ll torch your field and burn your crops
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| God forbid you do the right thing
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| This business rewards those who sin
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| If I’m coming across mad
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| You goddamn right I am
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| It’s out of our hands |