| Well sit atop a mountain
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| Listen with a soup can
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| In the south he’s not a liar
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| Just the leader of a bad band
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| That in Europe get together and in secret praise the people
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| My grandad fought in the lowlands
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| At the Scheldt got shot to pieces
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| So they could rehash their allegiance to a national convenience
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| That preys on easy difference
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| You know fear it’s just a weakness
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| And yeah, it’s been one of them years
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| The poor they’re there to pity
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| But only from a distance
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| Pull on your tender heart strings
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| The price of an every day existence
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| Emma Lazarus was wrong
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| Fuck your teeming huddled parasitics
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| Somehow kids from Nicaragua well they’re invading West Virginia
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| Maybe they’re looking for Ollie North
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| Maybe what you got you get it in you
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| I seem to remember things that mattered
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| That no longer count as anything
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| And yeah, it’s been one of them years
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| Oh the sea ain’t really rising, baby
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| You’re just getting shorter
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| Never mind the science
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| Them vaccinations cause dysphoria
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| And them pictures of the planet
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| Are doctored so it looks like a place akin to heaven
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| But only from a distance
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| Nobody likes your headscarf but they wear masks in the resistance
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| Either way forget the answers since we’ve perfected pointing fingers
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| And yeah, it’s been one of them years
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| You can only fool the people
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| The other half the time we’re sleeping
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| So that’s pretty much the bag
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| And bag men never want for reasons
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| So drinks are on the house cause the house always wins
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| And baby you know that I’ve wasted a lot of time
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| A lot of time just thinking
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| When thinking’s overrated compared to reactionary blinking
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| So I’m just sitting here reflecting on the things I could’ve done
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| And yeah, it’s been one of them years
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| Sit atop a mountain
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| Listen with a soup can
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| For a distant whistle
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| Buy a dog so he can
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| And yeah, it’s been one of them years |