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There's a big man in charge who's running the show |
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He's a son with a gun and he wants you to know |
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He's got plans for this world way beyond your control |
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So you better shut your mouth and do what you're told |
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His family and friends aren't content with their own |
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They won't feel secure until they've stole all the gold |
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And hidden their treasure in their large off-shore homes |
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While he turns a blind eye from his ill-gotten throne |
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Like storm clouds in the sky |
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Our force is on the rise |
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A flood to quench the fire |
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And wash away your crimes |
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He thinks he's king of the world, but he's really a pawn |
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Of the corporate elite who make big money from war |
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They print the magazines and write the news reports |
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That keep us entertained and distract us with sports |
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We're coming |
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Like storm clouds in the sky |
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Our force is on the rise |
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A flood to quench the fire |
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And wash away your crimes |
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There is blood on our hands; there is mud on our souls |
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I've had all that I can; I cannot take it no more |
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Lies built upon lies as wide as it's tall |
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This old house of cards is just ready to fall |
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We're coming |
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Like storm clouds in the sky |
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Our force is on the rise |
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A flood to quench the fire |
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And wash away your crimes |
