| I am the politician that doesn’t know
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| I am the father that is still a son
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| I am the twisted mouth of that soldier in the picture
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| I’m the gun, I’m the blood, the bullet and the wound
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| I have to shout too loud
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| To make everybody quiet down
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| I’m the white bastard that didn’t sit with the niggers
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| I’m the ass reading the bible as they pull their triggers
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| I’m the crying eye of that baby in the picture
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| I’m the knife, I’m the cut, the blood and the wound
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| I have to shout too loud
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| To shout everybody
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| I have to shout too loud
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| To make everybody quiet down
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| I have to shout too loud
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| To shout everybody
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| I have to shout too loud
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| To make everybody quiet down
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| I am the one who keeps me up all night
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| I am my fingers making me throw up
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| I’m the tear that burst on my father’s grave
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| I’m the suicide terrorist
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| Yeah, I believe all the lies
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| I have to shout too loud
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| To shout everybody
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| I have to shout too loud
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| To make everybody quiet down
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| I have to shout too loud
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| To make everybody quiet down
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| Down, down, down, down, down…
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| I have to shout too loud
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| To make everybody quiet down
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| Shhh, shhh…
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| I have to shout too loud
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| To make everybody quiet down |