| In the state of 49 we were acting out the crime
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| Of being people
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| But it never did occur the powers that be could take a turn
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| And spawn their evil
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| A young man next to me sank to his knees and asked his God
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| Can this be reason
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| While half a world away Gates' machines began to say
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| This place is needed
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| In this land of crystal light they sank a hole in dead of night
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| And found their booty
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| The satelite was hot don’t give a damn about your lot
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| Or natural beauty
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| This disrespect of man and the raping of his land
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| Just has no meaning
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| Now the money talks, deals are closed
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| You’re spared no feelings
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| Hey! |
| Mr. white man, what you say, is it true
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| This land of our children it all belongs to you
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| Hey! |
| Mr. white man, can you see what you have done
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| The days of the iceman have now come and gone
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| In the state of 49 an iceman friend of mine
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| Found the reason
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| They signed the dotted line, now it’s come to payback time
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| It’s open season
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| The eyes that only see legal paper not a tree
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| Can’t be trusted
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| This land of crystal light is now a beacon in the night
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| It’s done and dusted
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| Hey! |
| Mr. white man, what you say, is it true
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| This land of our children it all belongs to you
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| Hey! |
| Mr. white man, can you see what you have done
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| The days of the iceman have now come and gone |