| You’re keeping in step
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| In the line
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| Got your chin held high and you feel just fine
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| Cause you do What you’re told
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| But inside your heart it is black and it’s hollow and it’s cold
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| Just how deep do you believe?
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| Will you bite the hand that feeds?
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| Will you chew until it bleeds?
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| Can you get up off your knees?
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| Are you brave enough to see?
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| Do you want to change it?
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| What if this whole crusade’s
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| A charade
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| And behind it all there’s a price to be paid
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| For the blood
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| On which we dine
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| Justified in the name of the holy and the divine
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| Just how deep do you believe?
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| Will you bite the hand that feeds?
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| Will you chew until it bleeds?
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| Can you get up off your knees?
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| Are you brave enough to see?
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| Do you want to change it?
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| So naive
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| I keep holding on to what I want to believe
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| I can see
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| But I keep holding on and on and on and on Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
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| Will you stay down on your knees? |