we're told we've got a brand of pride that nothing
we're gonna fight it till the end and we won't
punching out and closing up
lets run amok the eve
pour some
they've got you and your next move
push buttons for the
cocktail stains on your G.Q. slacks
you'll show you're clever
go blow
shock value by your design
dead little babies on your great
back and forth, t.v. to school, there's not much else
all these stupid people, they live their lives the same
unless
Reject the stuff you're taught
Bored more than not
So what? They've
Always gumming how you've got it right,
just buy in, you're
you put quarters in the juke box to complain about
preach about the poisons that contaminate the earth
follow a religion,
you say you believe in peace and freedom
but you'll never
blood on his hands, blood on his feet
it's the trial
see it on t.v. it makes me sick to my
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