| Tonight, two great ships will pull back to their ports
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| Depleted of everything that shoots flames and reports
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| And in the morning the shells will wash up on the shore
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| And the mighty of Earth will have no other recourse
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| But to shiver and shake and make shit in their shorts
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| Because we have been told that if you’ve been assured
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| There’s a way to live the values your forefathers gave you
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| Prepare to be told, «That shit’s gay dude»
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| But I guess that what they say is true
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| And there is no race more human, no one throws it away like they do
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| The things I used to love I have come to reject
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| The things I used to hate I have learned to accept
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| And the worst of the three you now have to expect
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| Satan ain’t hard to see you without craning your neck
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| He’ll be seventy-some inches tall
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| He’ll be chugging a beer and he’ll be grabbing his balls
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| He’s a remote explosive waiting for someone to call
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| He’s just eighteen for now but hes going to murder us all
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| Solidarity’s gonna give a lot less than it’ll take
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| Is there a girl at this college who hasn’t been raped?
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| Is there a boy in this town that’s not exploding with hate?
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| Is there a human alive ain’t looked themselves in the face
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| Without winking or saying what they mean without drinking
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| Who will believe in something without thinking
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| «What if somebody doesn’t approve?»
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| Is there a soul on this earth that isn’t too frightened to move?
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| I think the wrong people got a hold of your brain
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| When it was nothing but a piece of putty
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| Though try as you may but you will always be a tourist
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| Little buddy
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| And half the time, I open my mouth to speak
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| It’s to repeat something that I’ve heard on TV
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| And I’ve destroyed everything that wouldn’t make me more like Bruce Springsteen
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| So I’m going back to New Jersey, I do believe they’ve had enough of me
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| So when I leave Boston, my tail is between my legs
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| After deep cuts of patience and drunk to the dregs
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| And now I’m heading west on 84 again
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| And I’m as much of an asshole as I’ve ever been
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| And there is still nothing about myself I respect
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| Still haven’t done anything I did not later regret
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| I have a hand and a napkin when I’m looking for sex
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| And that’s no one to talk to when feeling depressed
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| And so now when I drink, I’m going to drink to excess
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| And when I smoke, I will smoke gaping holes in my chest
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| And when I scream, I will scream until I’m gasping for breath
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| And when I get sick, I will stay sick for the rest
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| Of my days peddling hate at the back of a Chevy Express
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| Each one a fart in the face of your idea of success
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| And if this be thy will, then fuckin' pass me the cup
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| And I’m sorry dad, no, I’m not making this up!
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| But, my enemy, it’s your name on my lips as I go to sleep
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| And I know what little I’ve known of peace
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| Yes, I’ve done to you what you’ve done to me
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| And I’d be nothing without you, my darling, please don’t ever leave
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| Please don’t ever leave |