| People raise your voices, don’t get caught in that mess
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| Like a fly in a spider’s web, is it true more is less
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| Herded like a happy flock to the big T.V. slaughter
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| «;Why don’t you break that leash,»; |
| said the heifer to the sheep
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| It’s a new generation
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| It’s a hallucination
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| It’s a mystic vibration
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| It’s just intimidation
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| It’s the will of the people
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| It’s the church with the steeple
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| It’s the sacred devotion
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| To an unhealthy notion
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| People raise your voices, don’t get into that trap
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| If your friends and your neighbors push
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| Why don’t you push them back
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| Don’t you think the time has come
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| To stand up and be heard
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| Ain’t no use to try and wait
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| For the magic word
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| It’s a new generation
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| It’s an infatuation
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| It’s a beautiful body
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| Both erotic and deadly
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| It’s the fear of the future
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| It’s just surgeons and sutures
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| It’s a spandex obsession
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| It’s a lasting impression
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| Do you feel the power
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| Do you feel the power
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| Baptized in electronic water
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| Prodigal sons and beautiful daughters
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| With smiles and bows and rosy cheeks
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| And the righteous bath
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| Death to the freaks
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| Do you feel the power
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| Do you feel the power
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| From the man whose voice sounds reassuring
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| Completely firm and so alluring, Like’s he’s lived a thousand times before
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| And seen the world from shore to shore
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| With the calmness and tranquility that oozes credibility
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| With the wisdom and the confidence that seem to scream out common sense
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| And it makes you feel just like a babe |