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A war zone in the streets |
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It's anarchy and siege |
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We hope it goes away |
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Graffiti on the walls in modern babylon |
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Nothing left to save |
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Feel the rebel's heed |
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Revolution undermines belief |
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My eyes have seen this shit before |
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We're barely hangin' by the skin of our teeth |
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We've all raped it |
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The future's wasted |
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We can't save it now |
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We're droppin' like flies |
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Bye, bye, your droppin' like flies |
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Hate is growing fast |
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In a haze cloud of crack |
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But it helps us fade away |
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Some inner city queen french kisses his disease |
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With one foot in the grave |
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And the junkyard we call home |
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Is primed and ready for another war |
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My, my, my, the children have no chance |
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These eyes have seen this all go down before |
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We've all raped it |
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The future's wasted |
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Can we take it? |
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Is nothing sacred? |
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We can't save it now |
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Woke up late in a fresh dug grave |
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With a conscience on my brain |
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I'm not here to save your world |
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But mine won't stay the same |
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We're droppin' like flies |
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Bye, bye, your droppin' like flies |
