| Young kids in disbelief
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| Old kids trying to find relief
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| All kids just trying to eat
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| Trying to survive, trying to be
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| Something more than the status quo
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| So what we’re a little radical
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| A little off keel animals
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| Give them something, an antidote
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| Why am I going insane
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| I got an attitude and some brains
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| Hard times came our way
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| The warzone was Avenue A
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| All walks, all ways of life
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| We balked, put up a fight
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| Saw trouble some rolled the dice
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| Some fell but never gave in right
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| Who rose up from the depths
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| The generation they branded X
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| This generation now brands the next
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| And we’re all still mentally vexed
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| Sick of your talk, sick of your lies
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| Sick of it all and ready to fight
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| We break down walls just to spite
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| Those that hate when we unite
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| Rise above, rise above
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| That we did, we rose above
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| Some just can’t hate enough
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| We turned the hate into something that we love
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| 1, 2, infiltrate
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| Who said we’re a minor threat
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| This is religion without the debt
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| The keepers of the faith you left
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| There’s still a war out here and inside my head |