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Well we all learned how to use a fork and knife |
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How sometimes we have to wear a suit and tie |
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And understand these things are what give us this right |
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To go around the world acting superior |
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We live with missles and the armaments cash |
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With rewritten histories and a fictional past |
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And though some of us still have questions to ask |
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The ship she sails without a captain |
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Goddam this master race that we're born in |
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Goddam this howling wolf that we're serving |
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I've had it up to here... |
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The opposition, we ain't doing so well |
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I understadning is weak and our knowledge is small |
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And though kids scrawl frustration on the back street wall |
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Most of them can't even spell basatard |
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Goddam this master race that we're born in |
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Goddam this howling wolf that we're serving |
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Sometimes all |
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I know is that cold wind blows |
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Down the valley from the mountain snows |
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On these muggy nights |
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I lie awake waiting for the thunder and the skies to break |
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But they are god and they are strong |
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And the can name the right and the wrong |
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And they reclaim the things they own |
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They call us now... |
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So candy please forgive these things that |
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I've done |
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When the master race calls |
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I know sometime that |
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I run And you mean more to me now than you ever did before |
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As I try to stay away from their clutches |
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Goddam this master race that we're born in |
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Goddam this howling wolf that we're serving |
