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Don't matter how many kennedys you *******. |
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You'll always be a kindergarden cop. |
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It's the same at the bottom as it is at the top. |
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Put a moron in control and he's sure to corrupt. |
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Sure we'll give you your freedom back. |
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Sign here in blood on this contract. |
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Now: here's your Gap, K-mart and Tie Rack. |
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Whats your name again? |
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Panama or Iraq? |
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Cuz everbody knows what happens to an empire. |
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It implodes without fail more ashes than fire. |
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When the greeds of a few cloud the vision of all. |
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This pyramid of cards is ready to fall. |
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What they want. |
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Everything they see. |
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And what they take is from you and me. |
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Underneath the Patriot act. |
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There goes liberty. |
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Do you even want it back? |
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You claim you can see through all the rhetoric. |
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But all foxnews taught you is to be apethic. |
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Talking headed speeches that are diarrhetic. |
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Cause little concern to generation pathetic. |
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Who'd rather dream of getting silicon *******. |
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Move to LA and sing some prefab ditties. |
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Giddy like some douchebag pre-teen pageant queen. |
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While misreading oneliners from a teleprompter screen. |
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Others ignore it all, they're doing peachy keen. |
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Ironic but safe in the art school scene. |
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Another bloody tampon on a gallery plinth. |
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Spend a minute on a cliche and you're heaven sent. |
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But everybody knows what happens to an emipre. |
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It implodes without fail more ashes than fire. |
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When the greeds of a few cloud the vision of all. |
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This pyramid of cards is ready to fall. |
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What they want : everything they see. |
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And what they take is from you and me. |
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Get underneath, gotta axe the acts. |
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There goes liberty. |
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Do you even want it back? |
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You've got quite the harem. |
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But too many wives. |
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When one steps out of line. |
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You brandish your knife. |
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But that's the bargain for sleeping around. |
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Feel that same knife in your back as you're rotting underground. |
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Let me put this in words you can understand. |
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You're a caricature of a vague Gods hand. |
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Only one dance for a thousand lands. |
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Lip service is quicksand. |
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Too many wives. Brandish your knife. |
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But that's the bargain for sleeping around. |
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Feel that same knife in yr back as you're rotting underground. |
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Guatemala, Congo, Vietnam. |
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Nicaragua, Dominican. |
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Chile, Panama, Grenada. |
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Lybia, Iraq and Iran. |
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54 - 60- 73- 84 - *******. |
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