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So this is where the future lies |
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In a beer gut belly |
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In an open fly |
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Brilcremed, acrylic, mindless boys |
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Punching, kicking, making noise |
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From the cradle to the city streets |
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They spill out their aggression |
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By punching what they don't understand |
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And stopping all forms of expression |
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Teaching each other to be men |
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By spewing in the street |
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Well now I know just what to do |
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To make my man complete! |
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Against the power of their misguidance |
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We must learn to fight |
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To be just what we want to be |
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Morning, noon and night |
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Night is for the hunters |
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And the hunted are you and me |
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Hunted for just having |
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Some form of identity |
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Night is for the hunters |
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And the hunted are you and me |
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Hunted for just retaining |
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Some form of identity |
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Night is for the hunters |
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And the hunted are you and me |
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Hunted for just having |
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Some form of individuality. |
