| They told you in school about freedom
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| But when you try to be free they never let ya
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| They said «it's easy, nothing to it»
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| And now the army’s out to get ya
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| Sixty nine America in terminal stasis
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| The air’s so thick it’s like drowning in molasses
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| I’m sick and tired of paying these dues
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| And I’m finally getting hip to the American ruse
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| I learned to say the pledge of allegiance
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| Before they beat me bloody down at the station
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| They haven’t got a word out of me since
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| I got a billion years probation
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| Sixty nine America in terminal stasis
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| The air’s so thick it’s like drowning in molasses
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| I’m sick and tired of paying these dues
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| And I’m sick to my guts of the American ruse
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| Phony stars, oh no! |
| crummy cars, oh no!
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| Cheap guitars, oh no! |
| Joe’s primitive bar… nah!
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| Rock’em back, Sonic !
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| The way they pull you over it’s suspicious
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| Yeah, for something that just ain’t your fault
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| If you complain they’re gonna get vicious
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| Kick in the teeth and charge you with assault
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| Yeah, but I can see the chickens coming home to roost
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| Young people everywhere are gonna cook their goose
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| Lots of kids are working to get rid of these blues
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| Cause everybody’s sick of the American ruse
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| Well well well, take a look around !
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| Well well well, take a look around !
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| Well well well, take a look around !
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| Well well well, take a look around !
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| Well well well, take a look around ! |