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I've got blood on my hands, |
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And sand between my toes |
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If the crowd gets too unruly, |
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We'll spray 'em with the hose |
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I'm so bored with the whole thing |
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-keep hearing laughter when i turn- |
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Seen a million sunlit faces |
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But none that really burned |
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I can't keep myself from laughing |
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When i spot someone posessed |
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The fool that's always grinning, |
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Never quite gets the jest |
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But i know the one i'm laughing at |
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Plays it by the book |
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And screams for revolution |
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Behind his vacant look |
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We'll keep their eyes red & runny, |
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Kill them in their homes |
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Watch them pray forgiveness |
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And pay interrest on their loans |
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It was us in the beamers, |
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The penthouses & shrines. |
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Uf you want absolution |
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We can provide all kinds... |
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But that*s just the way we are |
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Our heads in the ozone |
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And our minds in shangri-la |
