| We’ve travelled your six lane highways
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| And still arrived late
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| Then saw a cockroach dancing
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| Upon our deli plate
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| I’ve drank your wicked potions
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| Ended up on the floor
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| Yes we did all those things — all for the cause
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| We never stopped there’s nothing new — All for the cause
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| I smoke the pipe of peace with you — All for the cause
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| Sampled things 'till I went blue — All for the cause
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| There ain’t no doubt what we’re about — We’re all for the cause
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| I’ve slept on beds of concrete
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| Showered in streams of ice
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| Watched your scratchy TV’s
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| And fully paid the price
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| We’ve broken none of your windows
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| But kicked down all the doors
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| Yes we did all those things — All for the cause
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| We’re practised in the art of suffering
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| Never happy without the real thing
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| Your hate cuts like a knife
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| This is no lifestyle, this is out life
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| Taken all your hypocrisy
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| When you shout and scream
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| Your getting grey and growing old
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| I’m still living my teenage dream
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| We scraped by with honesty
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| You’ve flouted all the laws
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| Yes we did all those things — All for the cause |