| I’m the hard luck kid
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| Throw the bones on the fire
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| Tear holes through worlds
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| Makin' change through violence
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| Who’s really runnin'
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| The place you call home
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| Who’ll climg the mountain
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| Sell their kisses for god’s love
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| Obsolete factories
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| On rust ground dying
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| Formula cancer
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| America’s crying
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| Decline beauty
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| Worship icons
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| It’s your religion
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| Do what you are told
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| From the top of the mountain
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| Baby we’re fallin' hard down
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| From the top of the mountain
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| Baby we’re fallin' hard down
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| Out in the streets
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| Throw the books on the fire
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| Let them eat debt
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| While they starve on desire
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| Who’s really runnin'
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| The place we call home
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| It’s your religion
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| Believe in the gilded throne
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| From the top of the mountain
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| All doomed liars fall
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| From the top of the mountain
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| To where the people crawl
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| From the top of the mountain
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| To the hard ground below
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| To the ones you’ve forgotten
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| We’ll dance on your tombs
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| Walk with me
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| To the heart of the city
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| To the purple mountains
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| Through the nation of death
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| That steals our future
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| Programs the child
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| Makes change through violence
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| While cries for freedom
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| It worships control
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| And speaks of hollow victories
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| Of the land it stole
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| From the top of the mountain
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| Baby we’re fallin' hard down
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| From the top of the mountain
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| To where the people crawl
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| From the top of the mountain
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| To the hard ground below
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| To the ones you’ve forgotten
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| We’ll dance on your tombs |