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They're marching up and down |
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The streets of every town |
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Their boots clamp on the ground |
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And it's a terrifying sound |
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'cuz soon these soldiers will break our doors |
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It's the orders handed down |
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And when they find us hidden here |
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They'll beat us to the ground |
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They'll hand the shovels in the woods |
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For us to dig our graves |
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...and you say "Jesus Saves" |
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They'll put us on the trains |
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They'll pull tight on the reins |
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They'll strip us in our pain |
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They'll bash us in our brains |
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And some may find a way |
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To survive through the cold |
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They'll separate the families |
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And execute the old |
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The rest of us will starve and die |
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The sickness comes in waves |
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...and they say "Jesus Saves" |
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The bodies burn each day |
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But we're freezing anyway |
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And there's nothing left to say |
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In this good ol' U.S.A. |
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The day our armies marched on us |
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We swore they'd gone insane |
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The president ordered his soldiers |
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To clean up the fruited plains |
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And so from sea to shining sea |
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In the land of feudal slaves |
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...the papers read that "Jesus Saves" |
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And when they sort the populace |
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Our dignity turned to shame |
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Protection is the omnibus |
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The families are the same |
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The soldiers drown in alcohol |
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But no one misbehaves |
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...they think that "Jesus Saves" |
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And it could happen here |
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In a nation full of fear |
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The prefabricated tears |
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Are cried out through the years |
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And what's the cost of discontent |
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We're dissidents that scream dissent |
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Will we let the oigs break down our doors |
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Or fight 'em back, against the antipoor |
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These darkened days will corner us all |
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And stuck behind the penitentiary walls |
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We'll have to choose our death or fight |
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We'll have to stand up for human rights |
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Stand up, for human rights |
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Stand up' it's death or fight |
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Living the lies and the laws of the land |
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Locked down in a police state |
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While all the pigs with the power and the money |
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Get fatter from our fate |
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Look at the world 30 years ago |
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And the futures plain to see |
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They smother us all in so mant lies |
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Through the media tv |
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Stand up, for human rights |
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Stand up' it's death or fight |
