| If you don’t ask why then you deserve to die
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| Just like the millions that are ground under foot
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| By the powers-that-be and their policies
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| And a society that lets their bosses do as they please
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| And never asks «why?"even as the death tolls rise
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| Until some 757's start to fall from the sky
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| And some more innocent die and STILL we don’t ask «why?»
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| Instead we fall in line and we drink up the Kool-Aid
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| If they shot Kennedy just imagine what they’ll do to you or me But you STILL believe…
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| So burn then coward, but don’t you dare pray.
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| Burn then, for what’s been done in your name.
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| So fucking burn then, you had your chance: now it’s time to die.
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| Burn then. |
| You drank the Kool-Aid, fool, so die.
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| If you don’t ask why then you deserve to die;
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| (BTW) that little sticker of a flag on your car means nothing.
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| For the terror you’ve allowed in your name,
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| When the planes fall again, your prayers will mean nothing.
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| If they shot Kennedy, imagine what they’ll do to you and me But you still believe all their lies, HA!
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| That sticker of a flag on your car means nothing
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| When the sky falls again, your prayers will mean nothing.
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| So burn then coward, but don’t you dare pray.
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| Burn then, for what’s been done in your name.
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| So fucking burn then. |
| You had your chance, now it’s time to die.
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| Burn then. |
| You drank the Kool-Aid, fool, so die.
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| Die then, sucker, but don’t you pray.
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| Die then, fool, and burn for your shame.
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| So fucking burn then. |
| You had your chance, now it’s time to die.
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| Burn then. |
| You drank the Kool-Aid, fool, so die.
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| Drink up. |
| Die.
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| The hour’s late and we’re so far astray
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| But we refuse to see that the end of the party is near.
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| And all that hatred and rage we’ve made
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| Is coming at us just like a jet plane. |