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Here we are in confusion |
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Could be it's all an illusion |
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Who knows the times to come |
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The years to face, the race to run |
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We believe in graven image |
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We believe in the fight to the finish |
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We desire the almighty dollar |
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The pound of flesh, the golden collar |
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Lick the hand, we give our land to dogs |
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Here we are in the years |
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The blood, the sweat, the tears |
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Have made us bondage slaves |
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In a world that we never made, |
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The politicians lick our bones, |
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The tacticians, hearts of stone |
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They turn us against our brothers |
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Make us fight and kill each other |
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Locked in lust we put our trust in dogs |
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Here we are again, |
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The dead still look the same |
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Who cares they're soon forgotten |
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Nobody's gonna miss a corpse that's rotten |
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Your fathers, mothers, daughters, sons |
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Have been taken by the chosen ones |
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But don't forget you made the choice, |
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You made your mark, you raised your voice, |
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They're all the same, you're all to blame |
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You're dogs |
