| just like another speck of dust that’s on the highway of life,
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| He Screams at anyone who’ll listen that the end is in sight,
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| So then he circles the wagons or he just circles then quits
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| Cause the Highway could become- the final battling pit?
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| So when the company wants, Another problem resolved,
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| Or if the company wants a choice of nothing at all,
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| Point your thumb out to the highway through the heat and the dust,
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| And raise your finger in the middle till you shout:
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| «What About Us!"x 4
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| Just like another last call, it means nothing at all,
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| You either kiss a lot of ass, or tear the clock off the wall,
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| Another warning ignored another sign of the times,
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| They say the sky is gonna fall, so why not drink till your blind
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| So when the company wants another company-man,
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| Or when the company wants another 1,000 year plan
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| You’ll let your boot go up the road you cannot possibly trust,
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| Till the screaming hits the ceiling and you ask:
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| «What About Us?"x5
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| «What About Us?"x4
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| Don’t follow my path to extinction, if I had a mind I’d leave it alone,
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| We speak of aliteration,
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| Like a journey to the inside of carnal-fiction,
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| Release yourself where the preditor prays, rewind your mind, freeze your world
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| apart.
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| Wage war on the eye which cannot see, destroy the temple of emptyness,
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| and what about them in the wake of damnation,
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| and what about us? |
| Do We come from God?"
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| just like the old soft shoe or the old song and dance
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| The only check that’s in the mail is prob’ly already cashed
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| Are you a victim of chance? |
| is this the way to succeed?
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| or just a crack in the wall of what the people believe,
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| So when the company wants the final weapon online,
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| When the company wants to reposess your mind,
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| You gotta wonder if the fear that we loathe or trust
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| Would ever waste a precious second trying to answer:
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| What about us x 6
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| Do We Come from God?
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| What about them |