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AUTHOR: Sage Francis |
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By the time the flags rotted off of their antennas, |
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they were questioning who the real threat is. |
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Big Brotherly love is the 21rst Century's plague. |
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no matter how bloody the glove, question evidence displayed. |
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Don't forget what two plus two equals. |
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Don't let them upgrade your math no matter what they have as proof of evil. |
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Remember when they went after the Jewish people? |
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You don't recognize that same black mask as see through? |
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Attack of the eagles. If they don't fall dead |
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before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its bald head. |
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Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever wanted |
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was a warm bed and a house that wasn't haunted. |
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I'd rather die for a cause than to die just because |
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we exhaust natural resources forced into wars, |
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restoring wasteful ways, keeping other countries poor. |
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"Monkey see, Monkey do" I wonder what those fucking monkeys saw. |
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Keep rethinking the still-frames in your mind, |
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and guarantee they will change with time. |
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Your outline is pixelated with poor resolution while |
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downtime is simply wasted. You were born execution style. |
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Head first in a trial. I'll second the motion |
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'Til the jury's bored to death and puts your neck in a notion. |
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The situation's volatile. A naked problem child |
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is trying to find the right clown costume to make his father smile |
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So he bombs while he tries to tell jokes. |
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This ain't a false alarm, can't you smell the smoke? |
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You're in the line of fire where they buy and sell votes. |
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Our sense of liberty doesn't ring true, stupid, that's why the bell broke. |
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Trench coat Mafiosos propel rocks |
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at recruitment officers and rebel against cops |
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'Til they hurdle infinite circles in small cell blocks. |
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Turtle upon turtle 'til they're all shell shocked. |
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This so-called president got elected in a court room. |
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With the war efforts of pops he inherited a fortune. |
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We "talk, talk, talk..." so the veterans of war assume |
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the revolution stopped. This ain't a protest tune. |
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"Hey, Bobby... the Masters are back. They're up to no good just like the old days. |
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They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over their grave. |
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"Hey, Bobby... them bastards are back. It's our turn to stand over their grave. |
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I'm a do it right this time... I'm awake... I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays." |
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You can't roam a lost land as the last existing dinosaur. |
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There's no escaping ass kickings in these times of war, |
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replacing apples with hospitals... where doctors are hostile, |
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Killing two pterodactyls with one fossil. |
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I got you. If they don't fall dead |
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Before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in it's bald head. |
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Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever wanted, |
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Was a warm bed... and house that wasn't haunted. |
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Thumb through novels to have your fingerprints match, |
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The description of criminals committing innocent acts |
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of compassion for tired civilians crawling with pistols, |
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While we fire million dollar warning missals. |
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Force the issues in the back of your head where eyes roll. |
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Brain wash yourself out of that mind control. |
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Or act a fool like you're told. |
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But we won't see no type of justice 'til that bitch removes the blindfold. |
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This ain't a "Love it or leave it," it's a "Change it or lose it." |
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I'll never sing the anthem of a nation who never faces the music, |
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Chasing an ever-elusive caveman |
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in space ships that makes trips to the futures that are name-brand. |
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Faking progress... but we ain't advanced |
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Enough to change the posture of our ape stance? |
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They've got the key to the city but they prefer the break-in entry. |
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Duck and weave, I'm shedding light in their shadow box to make it empty. |
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"Hey, Bobby... the Masters are back. They're up to no good just like the old days. |
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They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over their grave. |
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"Hey, Bobby... them bastards are back. It's our turn to stand over their grave. |
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I'm a do it right this time... I'm awake... I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays." |
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Attack of the eagles. If they don't fall dead |
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Before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its bald head. |
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Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever wanted |
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was a warm bed... |
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There's nothing scarier than the human stories I tell ghosts, |
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Chilling accounts with my tongue frozen to bed posts. |
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The catharses of carcasses whenever threats are close, |
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Shows a heartlessness that doesn't register on stethoscopes. |
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Sell your hopes for a homeland security chart, |
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'Til your sense of self is broke and no man's pure in the heart. |
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Preventive detention for the folks who never left home. |
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Tensions have grown into a 24/7 red zone. |
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Scare tactics... have got you under control, |
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The fear factors of a color code. The uppers know |
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They can't hold you down without having anchors attached. |
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"It's all the same." Nah, balls and chains on ankles don't match. |
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So drag your torso back to the off road. |
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We may have lost the fashion battle but we ain't lost the wardrobe. |
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Go window shopping for your next free meal, |
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Cuz when we start the revolution all you'll probably do is steal. |
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"Hey, Bobby... the Masters are back. They're up to no good just like the old days. |
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They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over their grave. |
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"Hey, Bobby... them bastards are back. It's our turn to stand over their grave. |
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I'm a do it right this time... I'm awake... I'm a wait until their fucking skin decays." |
