| I’m tired of American socialite culture
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| God it makes me sick
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| I’ve got so much fire burning deep inside
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| The time has come to face the truth and bring about a change
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| I don’t care about all your books and magazines
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| All these new evolving scenes or plastic teenage dreams
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| Want to sing for all the angry kids up on the block
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| The kids are fighting dope, the people time forgot
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| These things are the things that stir my soul, impassion me to sing
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| Got so much frustration, really starting to sting
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| See so many faults, got things to vent and lose
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| All fed up with everything so this is what I choose
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| We have had, had enough
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| The time has come to call their bluff
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| This is a battle cry for the common people
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| The forgotten nowhere kids stuck in the middle
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| We’re singing this song for all of the common people
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| Who’ve given up so much and gotten back so little
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| And another thing that bothers me is the black gold gang and how they use the
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| poor
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| With arrogance and lies, all those fake smiles
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| The time has come to call them out so let the gloves come off
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| Us lower class kids get stuck inside a rich man’s war
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| Seems like less about the freedom and more like mining with the world
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| And we’re not born of entitlement, we hump down in the dirt
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| Sometimes it makes us wonder what we’re really fighting for
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| These are things that light my fuse and make me wonder why
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| Losing my grip on the handle, off it I might fly
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| See so many faults, got things to vent and lose
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| All fed up with everything, so this is what I choose
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| We have had, had enough
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| The time has come to call their bluff
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| This is a battle cry for the common people
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| The forgotten nowhere kids stuck
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| We’re singing this song for all of the common people
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| Who’ve given up so much and got back so little
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| Got a lot on my mind, too much something I think
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| Pretty damn opinionated, makes me sort of sink
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| Should I give it up? |
| Close my mouth for good?
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| Go back to work, I should… Hell no!
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| This is a battle cry for the common people
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| The forgotten nowhere kids stuck
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| We’re singing this song for all of the common people
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| Who’ve given up so much and got back so little
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| Got no more to talk about, this is where we are
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| Not a damn expert I only sing what’s in my heart
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| This is what we have to say and this is what we do
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| And if you don’t like it… Fuck You! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Common People , by - Street Dogs. Song from the album Fading American Dream, in the genre Панк