| Well it’s another social worker
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| In his government disguise
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| Sitting behind his bullet-proof glass
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| Trying to tell me 'bout my rights
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| And i don’t like the way that he’s
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| Asking me these questions
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| I can read between the lines
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| And i don’t think that i can trust you
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| With the story of my life
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| Another communication
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| That will bring you to your knees
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| The genocidal maniacs
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| They’re doing just what they please
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| We’ve gotta move these mountains
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| 'Cause they’re standing in the way
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| If it’s in the name of progress oh yeah
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| We can make it pay for our
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| Social insecurity
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| They’ll try to take my history
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| Away from me
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| Social insecurity don’t look at me
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| They’ll try to take my life
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| Well it never seems so tragic now
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| As the dawn breaks into day
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| But they’re staring at the tower block
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| Where the green field once laid
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| All the mighty rivers are full of
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| Factory decay
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| Is this just some small price that you have
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| Learned to pay for your
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| Social insecurity
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| They’ll try to take my history
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| Away from me
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| Social insecurity don’t look at me
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| They’ll try to take my life
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| This is your democracy
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| This is your bureaucracy
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| Well i call it damned hypocrisy
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| If you’ll ask me
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| I’ll tell you 'bout your life |