| With our ass in the air and our heads in the ground
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| There’s no sense of despair, without sight, without sound
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| We hold our ears and shut our eyes
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| Distant screams morph into lullabies
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| We beat indifferent drum, we pound it till we’re numb
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| We validate, rationalize, corroborate each others lives
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| Pat my back and I’ll pat yours, benevolent conquistadors
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| We piss down throats, shit in cupped hands
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| Wipe our asses with all foreign flags
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| We beat indifferent drum, we pound it till we’re numb
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| 20 feet high, 2 feet thick, barbed wire, razor blades
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| The wall was built to keep them out while keeping us in goose step parades
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| We don’t questions what we’ve become
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| We march to the beat of the same indifferent drum
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| We beat it till we’re numb, we beat it till we’re numb |