| The revolution will be televised in Iran and the Holy Koran
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| You can go on the internet, log in to your local war
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| You can read your paper, receive a mental scar
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| Get your happy meal in your happy car
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| You can make more money, more money but still here you are
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| You can hate, hate 'til you waste away
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| You can come back tomorrow
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| Jesus is not here today
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| He’s gone missing
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| Lost in this place called religion
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| I’m a Muslim, I’m a Jew
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| I’m a Ku Klux Klan, I’m a nigga too
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| Wait for the crash, we’re not built to last
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| Won’t you go on and on like Duracell
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| Durex, no effects, yeah
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| Sex on sell
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| You can read and read
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| 'Til your eyes fucking bleed
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| Either you give or you like to receive
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| The revolution will be televised in Iran and the Holy Koran
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| You can go on the internet, log in to your local war
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| You can read your paper, receive a mental scar
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| Gets your happy meal in your happy car
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| You can make more money, more money but still here you are
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| You can get killed by friendly fire
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| You can get killed by friendly fire
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| You can get killed by friendly fire
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| You can get killed by friendly fire
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| I wanna be the pope, I’m no hope
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| I’m a desire
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| You can do what you like
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| Competition is none
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| You can get it, come and get it
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| Yeah, here you come
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| You can watch Clark Gable, on the cable
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| You can build and build, yeah, take my space
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| You can digest, digest
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| You never see me place
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| I’ve been here, I’ve been there
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| I’ll be your teddy, teddybear
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| I don’t care, I won’t share
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| By the way, what sex are you
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| If you’re a man, be a man
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| But if you wanna be a woman
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| I guess you do, do what you can, can
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| You say you like girls, girls
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| So why you’re with boys
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| And when I talk, talk, talk
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| Just becomes noise
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| When I’m surrounded by people
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| How come I’m still lonely
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| I guess it’s my ego
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| Thinks it’s one and only
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I guess it’s, I guess it’s my ego
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| I guess, I guess, I guess it’s my ego
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| I guess, I guess, I guess it’s my ego
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| Thinks it’s one and only, yeah, yeah
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| Do we go on and on
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| Yeah, when I talk, talk
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| Just becomes noise, noise
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| How can I be surrounded by people
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| And still be lonely |