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I'm tired of American socialite culture |
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God it makes me sick |
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I've got so much fire burning deep inside |
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The time has come to face the truth and bring about a change |
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I don't care about all your books and magazines |
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All these new evolving scenes or plastic teenage dreams |
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Want to sing for all the angry kids up on the block |
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The kids are fighting dope, the people time forgot |
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These things are the things that stir my soul, impassion me to sing |
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Got so much frustration, really starting to sting |
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See so many faults, got things to vent and lose |
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All fed up with everything so this is what I choose |
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We have had, had enough |
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The time has come to call their bluff |
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This is a battle cry for the common people |
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The forgotten nowhere kids stuck in the middle |
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We're singing this song for all of the common people |
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Who've given up so much and gotten back so little |
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And another thing that bothers me is the black gold gang and how they use the poor |
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With arrogance and lies, all those fake smiles |
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The time has come to call them out so let the gloves come off |
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Us lower class kids get stuck inside a rich man's war |
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Seems like less about the freedom and more like mining with the world |
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And we're not born of entitlement, we hump down in the dirt |
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Sometimes it makes us wonder what we're really fighting for |
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These are things that light my fuse and make me wonder why |
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Losing my grip on the handle, off it I might fly |
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See so many faults, got things to vent and lose |
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All fed up with everything, so this is what I choose |
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We have had, had enough |
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The time has come to call their bluff |
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This is a battle cry for the common people |
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The forgotten nowhere kids stuck in the middle |
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We're singing this song for all of the common people |
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Who've given up so much and got back so little |
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Got a lot on my mind, too much something I think |
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Pretty damn opinionated, make me swim or sink |
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Should I give it up? Close my mouth for good? |
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Go back to work, I should... hell no! |
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This is a battle cry for the common people |
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The forgotten nowhere kids stuck in the middle |
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We're singing this song for all of the common people |
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Who've given up so much and got back so little |
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(x2) |
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Got no more to talk about, this is where we are |
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Not a damn expert only sing what's in my heart |
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This is what we have to say and this is what we do |
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And if you don't like it... fuck you! |
