| As we enter a new ice age
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| It’s hard to give advice today
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| It ain’t gotta be right
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| It’s life
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| That’s the price we pay
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| So some might say those are the ways
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| And since we’ve surely gone astray
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| It’s okay to put us all on sale
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| We need a (suture sing)
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| You get the picture, man
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| We can’t be following leaders
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| When they got shit for brains
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| Let’s bring some (fritzels in)
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| Before it’s (blitz again)
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| We’re doing it wrong
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| 'cause they ain’t listening
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| Waging a war on ganja
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| But they don’t wanna help the poor Rwandans
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| 'cause the murderers are government sponsored
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| And the corporate monsters steady watching
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| Measuring lies against money opportunity knocking
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| (n'g'nu'ball) (but make it safe it Sudan)
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| Tell the papers if they do
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| They need to hate at Saddam
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| Two thirds of the whole world’s oil and gas
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| And then you wonder why they bomb his ass
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| Go figure
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| It’s propaganda
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| Everything you breathe
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| Everything you read
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| Everything you see on TV
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| Got a piece of propaganda
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| Everything you trust
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| People telling you it’s nice when it’s fucked |
| Listen up
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| What you hear is propaganda
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| Call it what it is
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| Listen all of this
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| Fucking with the way we wanna live
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| With the help of propaganda
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| See, it’s all a bluff
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| My brother
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| It ain’t happy 'till we crushed each other
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| You see somebody trying to fuck you man
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| They wanna keep you stupid
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| Keep you on a puppet string
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| All around it’s just the same
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| Simple and plain
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| They drop some shit that entertains
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| And the info’s going straight to your brain
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| It’s just so dangerous
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| 'cause now day slaves
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| Are living chain-less
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| In face of them changing ages
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| It’s just a new technology that amazes
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| But they make it do destroy
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| Even though it probably could’ve saved us
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| Ain’t no favours or justice
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| We look upon our neighbours
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| So trustless
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| Label their pain like tough shit
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| But keep them broke and let the west stay rich
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| We give them yesterday’s bills for AIDS
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| Like ain’t that just the bitch
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| That’s what you get
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| If you’re not part of the top 20% you gotta work harder
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| And if you’re try’nna find a god through these rights and wrongs |
| Then what you hear will be just like this song
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| It’s propaganda
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| Everything you breathe
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| Everything you read
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| Everything you see on TV
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| Got a piece of propaganda
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| Everything you trust
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| People telling you it’s nice when it’s fucked
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| Listen up
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| What you hear is propaganda
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| Call it what it is
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| It’s in all of this
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| Fucking with the way we wanna live
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| With the help of propaganda
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| See, it’s all a bluff
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| My brother
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| It ain’t happy 'till we crushed each other
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| It’s propaganda
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| Since the day we first started killing
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| Then Cain put his brother in the grave
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| Nothing’s changed
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| That’s a (fall in builders)
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| Still media use starving children
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| That we can’t afford to help
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| 'cause we’d rather go and bomb civilians
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| And then we (bomb light)
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| No hard feelings
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| You’ll understand the thin line
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| Between the son of God and the son of Satan
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| God with gun in hand
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| Just has a different fucking cause
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| Than the dudes in cars with bombs under them
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| And war then begins
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| So we can’t blame them
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| Whoever they fight for
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| Bet the CIA trained them
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| 'cause really ain’t a damn thing changes |
| So it’s (nine-a-fine W and strangle them)
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| () it US jails outside the US border
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| Now don’t that sound like a New World Order
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| Man, I think so
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| So think more
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| That’s the principle
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| You never know what you think you know
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| So get it right
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| It’s propaganda
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| Everything you breathe
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| Everything you read
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| Everything you see on TV
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| Got a piece of propaganda
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| Everything you trust
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| People telling you it’s nice when it’s fucked
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| Listen up
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| What you hear is propaganda
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| Call it what it is
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| It’s in all of this
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| Fucking with the way we wanna live
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| With the help of propaganda
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| See, it’s all a bluff
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| My brother
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| It ain’t happy 'till we crushed each other
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| It’s propaganda
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| Propaganda |