| Someone stuck me on the losing side
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| Everything is someone else’s fault
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| We’re not good enough for me to care
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| And the mantra is
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| «Too much effort, there’s never time»
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| And your sole solution is a high pitched whine
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| It’s not red-hot coals, it’s not busted glass
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| There’s no Mau-Maus after your sweet pink ass
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| So if not now when, if not now when, if not now when?
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| If not you, who then?
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| No one wants to be the first to fail
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| I won’t play unless you guard my back
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| And the mantra is
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| «Change the system, and please arrange it
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| To change some way that I feel no change»
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| It’s not flaming necklaces, household spies
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| There’s no market bombings, no bullets fly
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| Bosnia, Bosnia
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| Try spelling «Herzegovina»
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| Where money talks and bullshit walks
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| The bullet or the ballet box
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| Babylon, oh Babylon
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| We babble on in Babylon
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| The tv blows, the music sucks
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| The bullet or the ballot box
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| We’re not good enough for me to care
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| And the mantra is
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| «Leave the gun on the table loaded
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| The first to grab it’s as good as voted in» |