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You finally found the mainstream |
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In the middle of your life |
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You tapped into a vein |
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Of endless gold chains |
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Now you're locked up tight |
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Tearing down the middle of it |
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Splitting it right in half |
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Bobbing up and down the waves |
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Like a runaway slave |
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On a huck finn raft |
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Chorus: |
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Take your wife |
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Take your family |
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Take your gun |
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Running through the woods |
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And the burned out neighborhoods |
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Looking for someone |
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A member of your tribe |
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A place you can hide |
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'til the war has begun |
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'cause in the fields before the flood |
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You'll be spilling blood |
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Like a native son |
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Where you gonna run to |
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There ain't no underground |
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If only you could fly |
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You'd cut across the sky |
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Like a rifle round |
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Oh, who are your people |
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And where is your homeland |
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'cause they're dying side by side |
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At the river of pride |
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Where we tried to take a stand |
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Chorus twice |
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In the fields before the flood |
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You'll be spilling blood |
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Like a native son |