| We’ll wake up your mothers, we’ll start a commotion
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| We’ll take you apart, we’ll swallow the ocean
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| And just when you’ve labeled us one of your types
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| We’ll fly our flag right up up out of your sky
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| So puff out your chest in some weird dusty fight
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| We’re taking no part in your cracked antique life
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| We’re believing everything that we have heard
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| We’re taking our turn with the kids that don’t learn
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| You know I’m going to take my turn
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| Let us be free, let us sing songs along
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| The bottoms of barrels, let us be free
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| Let us be free, let us sing songs along
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| The bottoms of barrels, let us be free
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| So out come you clowns, all you wolves, all you martyrs
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| You holy rat rattlers, holy found fathers
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| We’re selling ourselves so ourselves we can find
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| We’re living at night trying to pull out the light
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| We’ll turn up the heat as we burn up you boxes
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| We’ll loosen our wrists as we fill in your foxholes
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| You’ve got your bad apples to ruin your bunch
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| We’re all right here so you better eat up
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| Oh, yeah there’s nothing you can do
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| Let us be free, let us sing songs along
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| The bottoms of barrels, let us be free
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| Let us be free, let us sing songs along
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| The bottoms of barrels, let us be free
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| If you want me here, you can have me here
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| If you want me now, you can have me now
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| If you want me down, I will get really low
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| You better believe I’ll be down by your shoes
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| If you want it all, you can have it all
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| If you want some more, come and get some more
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| Cause the dirt feels good when you’re underground
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| You better believe that we’re all getting down
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| You know that us feral kids love straying about
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| So start giving in, yeah you better get down
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| Let us be free, let us sing songs along
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| The bottoms of barrels, let us be free
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| Let us be free, let us sing songs along
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| The bottoms of barrels, let us be free
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| Let us be free
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| Let us be free
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| Let us be free
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| Let us be free |