| Hello girls and boys
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| As you sit in your carpeted bedrooms
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| With your stereos on and on
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| Playin' with those hundred dollar toys
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| Built to occupy your minds
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| So you don’t notice your future’s are gone
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| And as you race on through the streets tonight
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| Lookin' for some lonely lover to hold you tight
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| You think that the world is alright
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| Well you’re out of touch, you’re out of time
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| You’re gonna crack, your fragile regulated minds
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| As you’re headin' on to no kind of conclusion
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| Go on, let 'em run your lives
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| Watch 'em as they cut your throat
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| With they’re parental carving knife
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| Go on, let 'em run your lives
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| Are you too young to see
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| Or just to old to fight
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| They’ve taken the energy away from you
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| They haven’t taught you enough to deal
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| With the ordeal you must be goin' through
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| Yeah but look at this now
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| They’ve left you the schools
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| They’ve left you the government
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| But they’re all fallin' down
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| Don’t forget to make the past due payments
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| And in this world of uncertainties
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| You can be certain that
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| You must kiss the ass of the authoritites
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| And kiss you will if you want to survive
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| You don’t have to look too hard to see
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| That there just ain’t no free rides
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| Hell it takes a real man to survive
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| Go on, let 'em run your lives
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| Watch 'em as they cut your throat
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| With they’re parental carving knife
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| Go on, let 'em run your lives
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| Are you too young to see
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| Or just to old to fight
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| Well Jay Dee is locked in his soul some kinda hotel
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| Well he’s burnin inside he shakes shakes shakes
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| All through the night
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| And little Ruda Juda is passed out on the floor
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| She’s just so damn stupid won’t somebody
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| Take away her gun and show her the door
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| Show her the door, show her that door’s open
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| And me I’m so misunderstood, but I’m still alive
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| And my eyes are open wide to the fact
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| That the world just will lie
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| And it’ll kick you right in the face
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| Go on, let 'em run your lives
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| Watch 'em as they cut your throat
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| With they’re parental carving knife
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| Go on, let 'em run your lives
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| Are you too young to see
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| Or just to old to fight
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| Hey are you too young to see
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| Or just too old to fight
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| Do we have to fight the rest of our lives |