| He was struck by static to the heart
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| Shot by an appendage from a television tube
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| And knowing what it meant to be showered with sound
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| He became a believer, he became a believer
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| And now he’s slamming down chords
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| And leading a crowd, ten-thousand strong
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| They’re shouting in unison, shouting in unison
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| And they’re burning their draft cards
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| desecrating photographs
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| Burnt through the heart by
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| Static through the heart, static through the heart
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| A man crouches on the street with static in his eyes
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| And takes it as a sign from the gods up above
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| To shout from the rooftops and write letters to the government
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| He’s writing revelations for the showdown
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| And now he’s slamming down chords
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| And leading a crowd ten thousand strong
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| They’re shouting in unison, shouting in unison
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| «Mom and dad, wake wake from your slumber because,
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| We’re gonna burn this motherfucker down because,
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| Sometimes we burn and steal and rape and kill and sacrifice
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| Just to remind ourselves that we’re still alive» |