| A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes.
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| A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies.
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| A little man with a big eraser, changing history
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| Procedures that he’s programmed to, all he hears and sees.
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| Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue.
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| Make a person disappear, and no one will ever miss you.
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| Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
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| Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
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| Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
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| Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.
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| You say you’ve got the answers, well who asked you anyway?
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| Ever think maybe it was meant to be this way?
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| Don’t try to fool us, we know the worst is yet to come.
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| I believe my kingdom will come.
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| Chorus:
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| F is for fighting, R is for red,
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| Ancestors' blood in battles they’ve shed.
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| E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
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| In the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
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| D, for your dying, O, your overture,
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| M, they will cover your grave with manure.
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| This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
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| As long as there’s a P.M.R.C.
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| F is for fighting, R is for red,
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| Ancestors' blood in battles they’ve shed.
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| E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
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| In the land of the free and the home of the brave.
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| D, for your dying, O, your overture,
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| M is for money and you know what that cures.
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| This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
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| As long as there’s a P.M.R.C.
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| Put your hand right up my shirt,
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| Pull the strings that make me work,
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| Jaws will part, words fall out,
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| Like a fish with hook in mouth.
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| Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
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| Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
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| Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
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| Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.
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| I’m not a fish
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| I’m a man |