| There is a silence all over downtown
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| Where community celebrations shall be aroused
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| I walk the sterile gardens where life is on pause
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| No can do this!
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| No can do that!
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| What the hell can you do, my friend?
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| In this place that you call your town
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| I guess you can’t expect much from the hometown
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| Well I don’t know if you can even call it your own
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| When they don’t want you to get near excitement
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| And in protest to that you just stay home
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| No can do this!
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| No can do that!
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| What the hell can you do, my friend?
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| In this place that you call your town
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| On intersection of all dimensions
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| Where I was stoppin' by just for a drink
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| I meet a brother from tribal connection
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| Of our fun loving restless breed
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| I wanna walk this Earth like it is mine
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| And so is everyone in our funlovin' tribe
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| C’mon, is that real so much to ask
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| From all these goddamn nazi-fuedals
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| I’m gonna take it to community
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| Cause I want everyone to see
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| There never was any conspiracy
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| And we are all here simple to sing:
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| No can do this! |
| No can do that!
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| Where the’s music should be comin' out of every car
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| There is a silence all over downtown
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| Only intersection semi-alive
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| Outskirts are sedated, me gone… |