| Random lost souls have asked me
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| «What's the future of Rock’n’Roll?»
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| I say «I don’t know, does it matter?»
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| This and that scene,
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| they all sound the same to me neither much worse nor much better.
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| We’re so fucked up these days
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| we don’t know who to hate and who to praise
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| yet we consider this our suffering and pain
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| when we’re so privileged, a fact
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| we all forget about as we go on whinging all over the place.
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| How we laughed as they shoveled the ashes
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| wrath hath soured
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| blood and death, we will pay back the debt
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| for this candy store of ours.
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| Look at those cunts on MTV
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| with their cars and cribs and rings and shit.
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| Is that what being a celebrity means?
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| Look boys and girls, heres BBC.
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| See corpses, rapes, and amputees.
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| What do you think now of the American dream?
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| And our soccer moms and dads
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| who raised us brats on those TV ads
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| I know that they sleep at night.
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| Their conscience is intact
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| they’ve convinced themselves of that.
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| Giving money to Jesus fucking H Christ
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| How they laughed as we shoveled the ashes
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| of the twin towers.
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| Blood and death, we will pay back the debt
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| for this candy store of ours. |