| I asked a student of higher schooling
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| He said he didn’t care
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| When I asked about the sixties
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| He simply said long hair
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| Saw a child getting programmed
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| Getting programmed when she wakes
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| And I hear a raving elder
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| Cursing twenty years too late
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| Oh, how the bastards screwed me
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| Son, life’s too short to win
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| And then the students of higher schooling
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| Hid more pills inside his plate
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| So
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| I’d like to
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| Send gratitude
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| And thanks
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| To those who
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| Had the courage to defy the mighty ranks
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| Send it to the students who wave the banners
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| Who held flowers up to the tanks
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| And to the ones who are still fighting
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| Yes, all my gratitude
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| And all my thanks
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| So as you sit baked and hammered
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| So grateful to be dead
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| Said freedom’s here to chill out
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| So sit and rest your head
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| Think of those who fought for your right
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| The path you walked, they paved
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| And those who fought for your right
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| To carry it until today
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| Well it was they who fed the hungry
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| Scorned the Pentagon for peace
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| While the army rounded strangers up
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| And made the instant peace
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| They who made a union die
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| So try to fill the jails
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| And spread a message of unity
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| Across the nation’s rails
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| And said we’re destroying the house that Mack built
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| Kicking down the doors and pulling nails
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| And you’ve the nerve to tell me
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| That everyone has failed
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| No
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| You should send
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| Your gratitude
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| And thanks
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| To those who
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| Had the courage to defy the mighty ranks
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| Send it to the students who wave the banners
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| Who held flowers up to the tanks
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| And to the ones who are still fighting
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| Yes, all my gratitude
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| Yes, all my thanks
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| I’d like to
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| Send out a head and a parting hand
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| To those who had the courage
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| To reach and rise and stand
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| Send it to the lovers and the fighters
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| To those who stood up and still stand
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| To those who will chain their wrists
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| And clench their fists
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| For here and faraway lands |