| A war zone in the streets
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| Its anarchy and siege
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| We hope it goes away
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| Graffiti on the walls in modern babylon
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| Nothing left to save
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| Feel the rebels heed
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| Revolution undermines belief
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| My eyes have seen this shit before
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| Were barely hangin by the skin of our teeth
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| Weve all raped it The futures wasted
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| We cant save it now
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| Were droppin like flies
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| Bye, bye, your droppin like flies
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| Hate is growing fast
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| In a haze cloud of crack
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| But it helps us fade away
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| Some inner city queen french kisses his disease
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| With one foot in the grave
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| And the junkyard we call home
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| Is primed and ready for another war
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| My, my, my, the children have no chance
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| These eyes have seen this all go down before
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| Weve all raped it The futures wasted
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| Can we take it?
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| Is nothing sacred?
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| We cant save it now
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| Woke up late in a fresh dug grave
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| With a conscience on my brain
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| Im not here to save your world
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| But mine wont stay the same
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| Were droppin like flies
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| Bye, bye, your droppin like flies |