| It’s a critical solution
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| And the east coast got the blues
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| It’s a mass of confusion
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| Like the lies they sell to you
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| You got a glass jawed toothache
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| Of a mental disease
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| An they be runnin' round back
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| See 'em line up on their knees
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| 'Cause the kiss ass sycophants
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| Throwin' penance at your feet
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| When they got nowhere to go
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| Watch 'em come in off the streets
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| While they’re bangin' out front
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| Inside their slammin' to the cruch
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| Go on an throw me to the lions
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| And the whole damn screamin' bunch
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| 'Cause the pissed-off rip-offs
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| 'R' everywhere you turn
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| Tell me how a generation’s
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| Ever s’posed to learn
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| This fire is burnin'
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| and it’s out of control
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| It’s not a problem you can stop
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| It’s rock n' roll
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| I read it on a wall
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| It went straight to my head
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| It said «Dance to the tension
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| of a world on edge»
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| We got racial violence
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| And who’ll cast the first stone
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| And sex is used anyway it can be
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| Sometimes when I look out
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| It’s hard to see the day
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| It’s a feelin' you can have it
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| It’s not mine to take away
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| Lost in the garden of Eden
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| Said we’re lost in the garden of Eden
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| And there’s no one’s gonna believe this
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| But we’re lost in the garden of Eden
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| This fire is burnin'
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| and it’s out of control
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| It’s not a problem you can stop
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| It’s rock n' roll
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| Suck on that
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| Looking through this point of view
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| There’s no way I’m gonna fit in
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| Don’t ya tell me what my eyes see
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| Don’t ya tell me who to believe in
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| I ain’t superstitious
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| But I know when somethin’s wrong
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| I’ve been draggin' my heels
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| With a bitch called hope
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| Let the undercurrent drag me along
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| Lost in the garden of Eden
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| Said we’re lost in the garden of Eden
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| And there’s no one’s gonna believe this
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| But we’re lost in the garden of Eden
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| Most organized religions make
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| A mockery of humanity
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| Our governments are dangerous
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| And out of control
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| The garden of Eden is just another graveyard
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| Said if they had someone to buy it
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| Said I’m sure they’d sell my soul
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| This fire is burnin'
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| and it’s out of control
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| It’s not a problem you can stop
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| It’s rock n' roll
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| Lost in the garden of Eden
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| (An we ain’t talkin' about no poison apple or some missin' rib ya hear)
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| Said we’re lost in the garden of Eden
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| And there’s no one’s gonna believe this
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| Said we’re lost in the garden of Eden
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| This fire is burnin'
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| and it’s out of control
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| It’s not a problem you can stop
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| It’s rock n' roll |