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In the United States of Unreality |
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The people come second to the property |
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The king won't move 'til the order is given |
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And your life is spend, well, how you're livin' |
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And we live in fear of this naive giant |
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And we drown in the ocean of blood |
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he's spilt |
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And we cry for the crimes of the naive giant |
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But we know that he never, ever will |
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I will give my soul eve so gladly |
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To my luscious king and his country |
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I will donate my mind for the greater good |
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To sink the debt, well, if I could |
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And the earth is filled |
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With the people you've killed |
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Yeah, this earth is filled |
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With the bodies you've killed |