| Dedicate a life to the dying breed
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| Throw a punch into the face of vacant leaders and leave
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| Chloroform the singer who has nothing to say
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| Stare in wonder as the masses sing along anyway
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| Pull apart the actors pretending to grieve
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| They never went to the funeral, and they never believed.
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| Shack your burning placard in the government lawns
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| Have faith that there is consequence in protest songs
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| Bulldoze the pedestrian blues and the baize
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| And those only right to get blown and get paid
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| Songs about roses and poisonous lies
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| Every last rose says your not even trying.
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| When nobody asks you and nobody cares
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| If we never here another song about roses again.
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| We don’t need songs about roses
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| We don’t need your terrible blues
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| We don’t need songs about roses
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| Please sing me something new.
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| We don’t need songs about roses
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| We don’t need your terrible blues
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| We don’t need songs about roses
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| All that we ask for is truth. |