| You can’t be the bully
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| Then conveniently claim you’re oppressed
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| Can’t blow people’s countries apart
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| And demand that they clean up the mess
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| Can’t be a bank baron oligarch
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| Then plead, «brother, spare me a dime?»
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| You can’t be a blood-addict vampire
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| And insist the real monster’s outside
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| Unless, of course, you can
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| Because that’s me, yeah that’s me
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| I want it both ways in the land of the free
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| You can’t preach «all lives are equal…
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| Unless they’re immigrant, women, or black.»
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| You can’t weaponize Jesus
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| And be shocked when the heathens shoot back
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| 'Cause Christ was a radical
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| But not tin the direction you point him
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| If you dragged him to a megachurch
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| It’s doubtful he’d see much worth anointing
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| Unless, of course, he’s changed
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| More like me; |
| yeah, like me
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| We have it both ways in the land of the free
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| Our destiny, made manifest:
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| Oblivion, it’s endless
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| Imagine our surprise when
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| We actually had to pick up the check!
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| Yeah, that’s me
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| You and me
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| We’ll get it both ways in the land of the free |