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One night I laid down and turned the lights out |
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Next thing I know I'm awake in the white house |
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Only a few feet away from the president |
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Who's giving answers to reporters while they question his |
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Foreign policy his stand on ecology |
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The war on poverty and his plan for the economy |
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And as the camers focuses nobody notices |
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My form crouched underneath a desk motionless |
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Then he told them its time for action |
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And he doesn't care who's willing to back him |
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He's attacking for the AMerican dream |
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Plans for blasting at the terror regime |
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Prepared it would seem to spend dough on more weapons |
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He said no more questions rose and walked past |
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Fingers crossed heard him laugh then he saw me it seems |
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And whispered.......... |
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(even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin' dreams......)[repeat] |
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A couple nights with my alarm set for ten I've gone |
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To sleep in my bed then woke up in the pentagon |
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In the basement, adjacent to the war room |
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By the general's chair, where they're planning your doom |
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Saying civilian casualties are a small price |
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For killing their faculty to get oil and gas for free |
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The president said these Muslim's practice blasphemy |
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If I don't blast them first they coming after me |
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Ain't notice me, talking openly bout smoking three |
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World leaders and covering paw prints of perverts |
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Wearing rosaries, it's like a spells holding me |
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Controlling me, forcing me to see the sights that they're showing me |
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Talking bout blowing these, countries off the map |
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Rockets smoke 'em openly, cause we got the gats |
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Leaned back in his chair stared at me it seems and said........ |
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(even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin' dreams.......) |
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Some nights when I drift into dream |
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This is the scene, I wake up a killer marine |
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Guerilla machine, with a nine milli that scream |
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Titanium hollow tip clips to drill out your spleen |
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My team, is the last resort, a special task force |
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Performing government hits, we catch a fast corpse |
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Then leave without a trace, your body leave without a face |
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Send your cadaver off with NASA to rot in outer space |
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This time I've been assigned to find the minds |
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Who design anti-American crimes |
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I climb, through the mountains I hear a sound in a cave and |
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I think I found 'em I walk in and cock my pound and I stop |
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I'm shocked astounded at what I see |
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W.B., Mr. American me, chilling with the terrorist three |
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Discussing oil prices, my legs went soft like boiled rice with |
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The thought that I'm caught in soiled vice grips |
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Stabbing my heart like ice picks |
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The betrayal is never ending like Atrayu and my life is |
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Flashing in front of me I cock my gun and they scream..... |
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(even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin' dreams!) |