| I’m hittin' heavy, I’m swingin' low
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| Slow and steady, I don’t know
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| Who can go the distance when karma comes gunnin' for you?
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| You can say what you want baby, but there ain’t nothin' we can do
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| Now the preacher man’s yellin' that Book of Revelation
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| And Uncle Sam’s sellin' us a one-world nation
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| Banks hedgin' bets for the next generation
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| And all while buildin' us a big space station
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| I bought a Chevy in Idaho
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| Hey where I’m headed, I don’t know
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| But my existence is a glorified story of the truth
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| They can talk all they want baby, but that’s all they ever do
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| Now the preacher man’s yellin' that Book of Revelation
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| And Uncle Sam’s sellin' us a one-world nation
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| Banks hedgin' bets for the next generation
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| And Wall Street’s stirrin' up the whole situation
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| So come and catch me, if you can
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| Maybe Egypt or Iran
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| Startin' revolutions baby, hey that’s what I do
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| You can be who you want momma, but it’s better being you
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| Now the preacher man’s yellin' that Book of Revelation
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| And Uncle Sam’s sellin' us a one-world nation
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| Banks hedgin' bets for the next generation
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| And Bobby’s upset cuz there ain’t nothin' changin'
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| There ain’t nothin' changin' |