| Look today, each smile, brothers call the beast
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| At least you’ll be witnessing; |
| please remember what you see
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| So it’s passed and
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| Tell your king, 'cause this shit won’t last
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| And tell some fossil fuel for this gas and
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| Mention how we wage war on a ghost
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| City to city; |
| country to country; |
| coast to coast
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| It ain’t a joke; |
| it ain’t your favorite TV show
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| It’s -- global powers gettin' global with force bro so
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| Before you rejoice and say we gave a people a voice
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| Notice the next in line they have to make a choice between
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| Playin' ball or playin' war 'til someone falls
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| Buddy tactics or nuclear reactions ya’ll
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| Go ahead imagine don’t even begin to fathom
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| Until you’re assigned your own personal phantom
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| Following the facts diluted within the news
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| So many different channels; |
| so many avenues to choose from
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| I’m keeping my eyes open for Halliburtons, Rockafellers, the, just about
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| anything corporate
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| 'Cause the reason my dogs are sweatin' their asses off is the cost of war
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| $ 400 billion for more Mickey D’s, Taco B’s, Auntie M’s and friends
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| Columbine study halls are playing pretend
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| I ain’t trying to defend Orwellian lifestyles
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| Nor I’m trying to protect this right to live in denial
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| Or rock the latest styles -- gas masks and chemical suits
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| Buck knife, bottled water, and hiking boots
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| My brother G.I. |
| Joe said he was 5−0
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| Protectin' economics is viable, he said
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| Before you rejoice and say we gave the people a voice
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| Notice the next in line they have to make a choice between
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| Designer jeans and special IDs; |
| broken dreams of pirate radio streams, see
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| It all occurs in a blur, the pop stars tell special interests they’ve got an
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| interest in yours, and you’re fucked
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| Time will remain sane, knowing no-one is safe
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| Living my own, until I’m erased or replaced
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| Before you rejoice and say we gave the people a voice
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| Notice the next in line they have to make a choice between
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| Privatization or foreign occupation
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| Globalization or embargos of medication
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| We’re facing our own greed, indeed; |
| these the last
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| Fifty years left before my last breath
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| Alas, years while the days go past
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| Have a laugh 'cause soon it’s all dust to dust and ash to ash |
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