| Lady liberty is bruised and bleeding
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| she’s been living in a shelter down on 20th and mission
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| it’s a fucking miracle that she’s still breathing
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| traded in her torch for a needle
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| lock down final solution
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| the lives of the many decided by the few
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| there’s gotta be a better way but i don’t see it aint no one free in this so called war for freedom
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| the tomb of the unknown soldier lies empty
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| the sacrificial lambs are trained and ready
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| and in the business district the drums of war
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| top the charts shake the dancefloor
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| where’d we go wrong? |
| we’ve been running in the same direction too long
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| where’d we go wrong? |
| once there was a way but now it’s gone
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| lock the doors turn out the lights
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| when the cops come knocking better keep it quiet
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| and a voice keeps talking in the back of my mind
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| how long can you last where you gonna hide
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| eye for eye one devil fights another
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| when the antichrists clash the innocent suffer
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| and what’s all this about one man one vote
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| check who’s in the white house it’s a fucking joke
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| in the name of god or in god we trust
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| either way it just don’t add up the streets aint save man stay in your homes
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| when the curfew falls in the occupied zone
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| all the rats are jumping ship
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| and the sailors are asleep below deck
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| and the captains drunk again
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| and there aint no sign of land anywhere
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| where’d we go wrong? |
| we’ve been running in the same direction too long
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| where’d we go wrong? |
| once there was a way but now it’s gone
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| lock the doors turn out the lights
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| when the cops come knocking better keep it quiet
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| and a voice keeps talking in the back of my mind
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| telling me to stop…
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| as i lay me down to sleep i pray my sanity to keep
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| and if i die before i wake maybe that’s a better way |