| It’s a cut throat business telling everybody we’re just fine
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| You fly so right while your left hand lies
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| Apply the grind and invade the mind; |
| convince the ‘burbs that they’re all gonna
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| die
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| How could we ever know the truth given what we’ve seen on the television?
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| We can’t, we won’t
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| We’re blind, their fault
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| Wait! |
| Wait!
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| You know we don’t have a reason to go there
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| Wait! |
| Wait!
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| Drop bombs incite hate, hate
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| Wait! |
| Wait!
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| You know we don’t have a reason to go there
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| Wait! |
| Wait!
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| Deal death with a few handshakes
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| The fight doesn’t end when the interest stands
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| It falls into chaos
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| We’re blinded by borders and blood-red sands
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| It’s follow the leader
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| Fight, fight, looking down a long sight
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| Foreign interest is a killer for the poor’s plight
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| Get a puppet ready, give him lines
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| Justification fucking falsified
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| Break bread, break bones
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| Break hospitals, break their homes
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| We can’t, we won’t
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| We’re blind, their fault
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| Wait! |
| Wait!
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| You know we don’t have a reason to go there
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| Wait! |
| Wait!
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| Incite the fight; |
| fuck the mind
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| Wait! |
| Wait!
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| Covet coin, get a reason to go there
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| Wait! |
| Wait!
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| Fake it and make it a mine for the dime
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| War hawk!
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| War hawk!
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| War hawk!
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| When you trade real life for the x-ray eyes, you’re a war hawk
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| Everybody dies, but your pockets are lined
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| The fight doesn’t end when the interest stands
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| It falls into chaos
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| We’re blinded by borders and blood-red sands
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| It’s follow the leader
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| The fight doesn’t end when the interest stands
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| It falls into chaos
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| We’re blinded by borders and blood-red sands
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| It’s follow the leader
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| Close the deal! |