| Cheap and tacky bullshit land
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| Told when to sit don’t know where you stand
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| Too busy recreating the past to live in the future
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| Poor relations to Uncle Sam
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| Bears no relation to the country man
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| Too busy being someone else to be who you really are
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| Shitty plastic prefab town
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| Mind where you walk when the sun goes down
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| Too busy hating others to even love your own
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| Bobbies on the beat again
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| Beating blacks for blues again
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| It’s one way to get involved in the community
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| Love me, love my jeans
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| I must buy shares in Heinz baked beans
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| Too busy buying up, selling out, selling off
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| 3,2,1, in others terms
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| Win a life sentence and a queen mum perm
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| The individuals that state, in a state of seige
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| Do pop and press and mix, do tits and news stew
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| The next one in the poor house could be you
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| Too busy saying «thank you» to say what for?
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| No time to spare — «spare me a dime»?
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| The Great Depression is organised crime
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| Their confessions are written in your blood
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| Kiss your ass an' dreams goodbye
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| Come back when you’ve learnt to cry
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| Too busy try’na be strong to see how weak you are
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| Wave your flags and waive your fate
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| The freedom you claim is the one you hate
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| The victory you seek will never come
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| Brutal views through brutal eyes
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| See no future, hear no lies
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| Speak no truth to me or the people I love
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| When I grow up I want to be
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| All the things you’ve never been
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| And your opinion will count for none
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| Headed
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| For the breakdown |