| I can’t even look at you, in fact I look away
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| Forefathers, well fuck them
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| The dead don’t ever pay
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| If this is what they had in mind
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| I’m pissing on their graves
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| A spoiled breed of royalty
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| Waited on by slaves
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| Go on, become the man
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| Preserve the master plan
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| And to the next motherfucker licks a silver plate
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| Will be the next motherfucker we assassinate
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| Go on, become the man
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| Preserve the master plan
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| To the next motherfucker counts a false return
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| Will be the last motherfucker as the palace burns
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| So as the bugles run through taps
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| You think we’re all content with scraps
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| Well hold the phone and stop the show
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| I’ve got to tell you something
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| You think we’ll learn, but not so fast
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| As body parts land in our laps
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| Bury the bones of the unknown
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| No one should die for nothing
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| Go on, become the man
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| Preserve the master plan
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| And to the next motherfucker licks a silver plate
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| Will be the next motherfucker we assassinate
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| Go on, become the man
|
| Preserve the master plan
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| To the next motherfucker counts a false return
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| Will be the last motherfucker as the palace burns
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| (breakdown)
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| I dip the cloth in gasoline
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| I light the match
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| I burn it clean
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| What of the times and the uprisings
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| Lead us to this land
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| Servants stormed the castle, grabbed the king
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| Took his head in hand
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| There was a time when currency was based on something real
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| A time when honor drove the fight
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| That time is gone
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| There’s something wrong
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| Go on, become the man
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| Preserve the master plan
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| And to the next motherfucker licks a silver plate
|
| Will be the next motherfucker we assassinate
|
| Go on, become the man
|
| Preserve the master plan
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| To the next motherfucker counts a false return
|
| Will be the last motherfucker as the palace burns
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| Fuck. |
| the. |
| master. |
| plan |