| I see these Uniforms
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| March up and down my Street
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| They’re holding fire arms
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| And their dying to let them breathe
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| There marching back and forth
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| Stop you can hear their feet
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| They’ll never say out loud
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| What they don’t want us to read
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| But today I’m go’n find
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| Some more sick and twisted minds
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| That can make, make me feel
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| That I’m in to something real
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| There’s a Monster in my brain
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| (walk away)
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| Walk away from me
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| Tried to keep him tame
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| (what'd you say)
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| What’d you say to me?!
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| Focus on the floor
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| (where's the door?)
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| Come on just get out
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| Just turn the knob and push and go
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| But then you open up your mouth
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| Bullets off your lips
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| (walk away)
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| Walk away right now!
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| Target direct hit
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| (what'd you say?)
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| Why’d you say that now?
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| Every time I think
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| Think we’ve come
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| Think we’ve come so far
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| It’s a circle that we’ve run, we’re right back to the start!
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| But today I’m go’n find
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| Some more sick and twisted minds
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| That can make, Make me think
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| That I’m not the only freak
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| It’s Ok, I can see
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| That we’re not afraid to bleed
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| It’s not hard, hard to die
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| When you’re more afraid of life
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| Uniforms… I fear they’re coming in their Uniforms to storm our streets
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| With fire arms
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| I see them holding their fire arms and they’re dying to breathe
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| Back and forth, you hear them marching it’s back and forth you can feel their
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| feet
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| Stay the course, they underestimate the fact that I’m, I’m not afraid to bleed!
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| (Chorus out) |