| I saw Abbie Hoffman’s ghost in the distance
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| We got Saul Williams keeping up the resistance
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| And punk rock and blues music keep dying
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| We keep buying
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| Matt Stone and Trey Parker have taken over the mission
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| Cause our politicians they don’t have a position
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| Who’s to blame for this shallow existence?
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| Our existence
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| We try and fight, but this wall’s too high
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| Have we lost tonight?
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| But one second chance could change everything
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| And I think I’ll go write my senator a letter
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| But they just talk shit they ain’t gonna make nothing better
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| Me and Bev we ain’t two birds of a feather
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| Of a feather
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| And I’m counting on Chomsky, McClellan
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| Aldous Huxley and the intelligencia
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| Well Cat Stevens he got out and he ain’t missin' ya
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| And this overpriced and candy coated life, does it fit ya?
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| Does it fit ya?
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| We try and fight, but this wall’s too high
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| Have we lost tonight?
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| But one second chance could change everything
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| These are bloody faces we hold in the fire
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| Open up the gates, but I don’t ask why
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| These are bloody faces we hold in the fire, the fire, the fire, the fire
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| And these are bloody faces we hold in the fire
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| Open up the gates, I don’t ask why
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| These are bloody faces we hold in the fire, but it’s time, it’s time to sing
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| We try and fight, but this wall’s too high
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| Have we lost tonight?
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| But one second chance could change everything, could change everything
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| And these are bloody faces we hold in the fire
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| Open up the gates, and I don’t ask why (could change everything)
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| These are bloody faces we hold in the fire, but it’s time, it’s time to sing
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| Have we lost this fight? |