| We started riots in the streets just so you could point the finger
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| We set fire to these cities just so we could watch them burn and light our way
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| You can call us hell, call us what you will, just don’t you ever call us by our
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| names
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| We are you sisters, your brothers, your sons, the whole damn brigade
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| And we won’t stop till every citizen, they get what they deserve
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| So be kind to your elders and watch your words
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| I’m callin' it quits just as soon as we return
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| But for now I’m just a patriot at work
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| So we sing «Oh you poor, poor soul
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| I’ve been sent here to bring you home
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| My queen, she brews a powerful stew
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| And we need just one piece of you.»
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| We are the shadow that is cast upon your richest city square
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| We are the voices that you’ll hear a single hour 'fore we’re there
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| If the wind’s in your favor
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| And we only do to those as they have done to others so you should know
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| Whether to wave as we’re passing you by or hide in your rooms
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| Some give us praise, some join and stay, some say we’re playing God
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| And all in one voice we sing «you're wrong» but they may be not
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| So I’m callin' it quits just as soon as we return
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| But for now I’m just a patriot at work
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| So we sing «Oh you poor, poor soul
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| I’ve been sent here to bring you home
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| My queen, she brews a powerful stew
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| And we need just one piece of you
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| My queen, she brews a powerful stew
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| And we need just one piece of you.» |