| There’s a big man in charge who’s running the show
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| He’s a son with a gun and he wants you to know
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| He’s got plans for this world way beyond your control
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| So you better shut your mouth and do what you’re told
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| His family and friends aren’t content with their own
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| They won’t feel secure until they’ve stole all the gold
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| And hidden their treasure in their large off-shore homes
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| While he turns a blind eye from his ill-gotten throne
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| Like storm clouds in the sky
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| Our force is on the rise
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| A flood to quench the fire
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| And wash away your crimes
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| He thinks he’s king of the world, but he’s really a pawn
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| Of the corporate elite who make big money from war
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| They print the magazines and write the news reports
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| That keep us entertained and distract us with sports
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| We’re coming
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| Like storm clouds in the sky
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| Our force is on the rise
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| A flood to quench the fire
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| And wash away your crimes
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| There is blood on our hands; |
| there is mud on our souls
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| I’ve had all that I can; |
| I cannot take it no more
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| Lies built upon lies as wide as it’s tall
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| This old house of cards is just ready to fall
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| We’re coming
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| Like storm clouds in the sky
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| Our force is on the rise
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| A flood to quench the fire
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| And wash away your crimes |