| Why don’t we all strap bombs to our chests?
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| And ride our bikes to the next G7 picnic
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| Seems easier with every clock tick
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| But whose will would that represent?
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| Mine, yours, the rank and file, our better yet
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| The government?
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| But I don’t want to catalyze, synthesize
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| The second final solution
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| Don’t want to be the Steve Smith of the revolution
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| Here’s an easy analogy, we’re the Oilers
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| The World Bank, the Flames
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| Two minutes remain in the seventh game
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| Of the best of 7 series
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| Jesus saves, Gretzky scores
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| The workers slave, the rich get more
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| One wrong move, we risk the cup
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| Play the man, not the puck
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| Why don’t we plant a mechanic virus
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| And erase the memory
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| Of the machines that maintain this capitalist dynasty?
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| And yes, I recognize the irony
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| The system I oppose affords me the luxury of biting the hand that feeds
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| That’s exactly why privileged fucks like me should feel obliged to whine and
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| kick and scream
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| Until everyone has everything they need |