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Up on a soap box... yelling into megaphones. |
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Killing hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stones. |
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Had to promise that I'd stop holding my marches. |
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The day that Chris Columbus got crucified on golden arches. |
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But my pedestal was too tall to climb off, |
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In fact, that's the reason for the high horse. |
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And from up here I can see the marines and hummers on a conquest, |
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Underdogs with wonderbras in a push up contest, |
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All for the sake of military recruitment. |
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It felt like Kent State the way they targeted the students, |
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I galloped off whistling "Ohio." |
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The rest of them, stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention. |
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Who would they die for? |
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Is it the same machine that leaves the quality of life poor? (Breathe in for luck) |
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An abominable colony of cyborgs. (Breathe in so deep) |
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Clogging up the property that I called with eye sores. (This air is blessed, you share with me) |
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That clever ad campaign ain't worth |
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The time taken from minimum wage labor. |
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I don't care how half naked or fake she looks, |
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She smells like dirty cash and aged paper books. |
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Who would she die for? (Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em) |
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Who would she die for? (Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em) |
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Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember..... |
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Now it's whistle blower vs. the pistol holder; |
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Case dismissed, they'll lock you up and throw away the key witness. |
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Justice is the whim of a judge, check his chest density. |
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It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny. |
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The West Memphis 3 lost paradise, |
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It's death penalty vs. suicidal tendencies. |
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All I wanted was a fucking Pepsi. |
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Institution. |
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"Making you think you're crazy is a billion dollar industry". |
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If they could sell sanity in a bottle they'd be charging for compressed air, |
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and marketing healthcare. |
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They demonize welfare. |
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Middle class eliminated, rich get richer |
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till the poor get educated. |
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But some of y'all still haven't grown into your face, |
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And your face doesn't quite match your head. |
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And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's left, |
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You're all, "give me ethnicity or give me dreads!" |
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Trustafundian rebel without a cause for alarm, |
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Because when push turns to shove |
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You jump into your forefather's arms. |
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He's a banker. You're part of the system, |
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Off go the dreadlocks, in comes the income. |
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The briefcase, the freebase, the sickness, the symptom. (Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear) |
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When the cameras start rolling stay the fuck outta the picture, pilgrim. (So we can get some) |
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Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em. |
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Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember..... |
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Mr. Save The World... spare us the details. |
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Save the females from losing interest. |
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And Miss Save The Universe... You're a damsel in distress. |
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Tied down to a track of isolated incidents |
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Generalize my disease, I need a taste of what it's like |
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Living off the fat of kings. I'll play the scab at your hunger strike. |
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Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em. |
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One love, one life, one too many victims. |
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Republicrat, Democran, one party system. |
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Media goes in a frenzy, |
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They're stripped of their credentials. |
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Presidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental. |
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Let 'em freestyle, winner takes all, |
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When the music's dead I'll have Ted Nugent's head hangin' on my wall. |
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Kill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours. |
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With some friendly fire, that's a funny term, like civil war. |
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Six in the morning, police at my crib. |
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Now my nights consists of two toothpicks and eyelids. |
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The crucifix and vitamins, music that is pirated. |
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New flavor food made of mutated hybrids. |
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Ughh. They tell me that it's not...that...bad. |
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And it fucks you up good, but its not...that...bad. |
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They hold on to these tails till it's the dog...that...wags. |
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God save us all if he lets the cat out the bag. |
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Who's the one to blame for this strain in my vocal chords? |
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Who can pen a hateful threat but can't hold a sword? |
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It's the same who complain about the global war, |
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But can't overthrow the local joker that they voted for. |
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"They call the shots, but they're not in the line of fire." (Hands down this is the best day...) |
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I'd call the cops but they break in the line of duty. |
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Lets call a stop to the abuse of authority. |
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The truth keeps calling me, and I'm a live to tell the story. |
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So look for truth. Quit seeking forgiveness. (Hands down this is the best day I can ever...) |
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You need to cut the noose, but you don't believe in scissors |
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You support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons? |
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Just bring home our motherfuckin' brothers and sisters. |
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Cause "They don't call the shots, but they're in the line of fire." (Hands down this is the best day I can ever...) |
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I'd call the cops but they break in the line of duty. |
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It's time to call a stop to the abuse of authority. |
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The truth keeps calling me, and I'm a live to tell the story. |
