| There’s a man on a mountain
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| In a bunker of gold
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| Where he’s safe from the shrapnel
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| & the street fights & brawls
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| Where he’s secure to spout hatred
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| Without being involved
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| & he claims that his motives
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| Are freedom & god
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| & he stands at the podium
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| Somewhere far televised
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| With his mouth spitting venom
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| & his poisonous lies
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| Giving power to the idea
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| The if our nation is free
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| I should bludgeon my neighbors
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| If they look different than me
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| Oh say, can you see?
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| Civil war’s getting started
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| Now we’re just waiting on world war 3
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| Now his swarms start to gatherin'
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| Like wasps beating their wings
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| To force-feed their rhetoric
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| & ideology
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| Down the throats of the people
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| Who’s suffering has no end
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| Should it really feel this awful
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| To make america great again?
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| Oh say, can you see?
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| Civil war’s getting started
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| Now we’re just waiting on world war 3
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| & if i sound broken hearted
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| It’s because i believe in humanity
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| But as long as we’re lead by a monster
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| Then the monsters have a reason to believe
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| That their violence so senseless
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| Is valid in the eyes of their king
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| But i know that the sound of tears falling
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| Ain’t the same as letting freedom ring |