| Times are changin'
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| We’d best beware
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| The world is in the electric chair
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| The state holds out it’s loving cup
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| Singing power to the people
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| But their power’s corrupt
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| Burning crosses and secretly
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| Carry swastikas and M 16s
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| Nevermind the pages of history
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| It just keeps repeating, keeps
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| Repeating
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| It’s always the same
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| Seems like nothing will ever change
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| We pay to wear the blindfold
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| But look out
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| Cause they’re movin'
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| In for the kill
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| In for the kill
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| Yankee Doodle leadin' lambs
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| To slaughter
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| Just for the thrill
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| Good things come to those who wait
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| Good advice just a bit too late
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| Any chance for trust went up in smoke
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| When a preacher’s lust was sponsored
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| By coke
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| Day after day
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| It’s always the same
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| We pay to wear the blindfold
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| Baby look out
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| Cause they’re movin'
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| In for the kill
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| In for the kill
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| Disbelievers drink the poisonwater
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| Time stands still
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| Don’t fill my eyes, fill my head
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| Till I’m overloaded
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| You talk and you talk and you talk
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| But I don’t hear anything
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| Times are changin'
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| There ain’t no cure
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| It’s a wasteland
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| One thing’s for sure
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| Ain’t no gold to grind the axe
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| So keep your fingers crossed
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| While you’re crossin' the tracks
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| Cause good blind faith ain’t
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| Good enough
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| Baby’s heat crumbled to dust
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| Hooray for the Outlaw
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| Keeps movin'
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| In for the kill
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| In for the kill
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| Yankee Doodle leadin' lambs
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| To slaughter
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| Just for the thrill
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| Don’t fill my eyes, fill my head
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| Till I’m overloaded
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| You talk and you talk
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| You know I don’t hear it anymore
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| But you keep on movin'
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| In for the kill
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| In for the kill
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| Yankee Doodle leadin' lambs
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| To slaughter
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| Just for the thrill
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| My word’s no good, it’s
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| Not enough |