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He was struck by static in the heart |
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Shot by an appendage from a television tube |
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And knowing what it meant to be showered with sound |
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He became a believer, he became a believer |
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And now he's slamming down chords |
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And leading a crowd ten-thousand strong |
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They're shouting in unison, shouting in unison |
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And they're burning their draft cards |
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And desecrating photographs |
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Burnt through the heart by |
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Static through the heart, static through the heart... |
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A man crouches on the street with static in his eyes |
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And takes it as a sign from the gods above |
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To shout from the rooftops and write letters to the government |
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He's writing revelations for the showdown |
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And now he's slamming down chords |
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And leading a crowd ten thousand strong |
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They're shouting in unison, shouting in unison"Mom and dad, wake from your slumbers,We're gonna burn this mother****er down becauseSometimes we burn and steal and rape and kill and sacrificeJust to remind ourselves that we're still alive" |
