| Step into the madness of a million city streets
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| Where dealers sell white powder and children stand and bleed
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| Where local gangs are vicious and cops are so impure
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| That schoolboys carry Uzis so they’ll feel secure
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| Where fathers rape their daughters and beat up on their sons
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| Until the mother tries to stop him and goes and buys a gun
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| Where the local church is closed except a couple times a week
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| And turns its face from all the homeless in the street
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| This is America, land of the free
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| Everyone gets justice and liberty, if you got the money
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| Bankers and controllers make deals on foreign shore
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| S And the CIA ships heroin to finance their secret wars
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| They sell the madmen weapons then send soldiers to their land
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| And in the name of God we battle for all the oil under the sand
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| This is America, land of the free
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| Everyone gets justice and liberty, if you got the money
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| Step into the madness as a thousand points of light
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| Illuminate the warheads for the final fight
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| Step into the madness, say your prayers and drink your tea
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| Get ready for a kinder, gentler world war three
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| This is America, land of the free
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| Everyone gets justice and liberty, if you got the money |