| Wipe away the drool
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| Before someone sees you
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| Close your mouth and focus
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| On doomsday hocus-pocus
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| In order to control
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| Invent someone they’ll fear
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| Then name the enemy
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| Make their agenda clear
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| You are the prodigal son
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| And now you are the chosen one
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| You are a weapon of mass destruction
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| El Presidente mongoloid
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| Leads a nation to dysfunction
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| Heil mein Fûhrer, feed me to the lions
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| Rape and pillage, bathing in oil
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| A jihad on the poor
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| If egos slowly atrophy
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| From outer space to inner peace
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| Tell me then how should we start?
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| With an olive branch or a stake through the heart?
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| A fly in the ointment
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| Writhing cancerous
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| A safe distance from genius
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| An eye for and eye
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| A tooth for tooth
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| Sly as a fox
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| Network Nazi Hitler youth
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| A sample on a slide
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| And a toast to genocide
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| If egos slowly atrophy
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| From outer space to inner peace
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| Tell me then how should we start?
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| With an olive branch or a stake through the heart?
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| A fly in the ointment
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| Writhing cancerous
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| Wake me up when Rome begins to burn
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| You ivy league
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| A legacy in ancestry
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| Blood runs deep
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| Founded in the mason creed
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| Were all slaves
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| On puppet strings
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| Survival of the working class
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| Echo’s of desperation
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| Entranced, distracted
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| Squeal like a pigs orgasmic
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| Staring like zombies into their television screens
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| Armageddon keeps me soaking
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| In my wet dreams
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| When angers all consuming with sickness blooming
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| An esoteric disguise
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| Out of body, out of mind
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| Out of hope, and out of time
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| Welcome to the new world order
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| Heil mein Fûhrer, feed me to the lions
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| Rape and pillage, bathing in oil
|
| A jihad on the poor
|
| If egos slowly atrophy
|
| From outer space to inner peace
|
| Tell me then how should we start?
|
| With an olive branch or a stake through the heart?
|
| Bestial, estranged
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| Prolific and deranged
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| Hail to the chief
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| A tremendous effort indeed
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| A fly in the ointment
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| Writhing cancerous
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| Wake me up when Rome begins to burn |