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Man went on a mission
To save the day
He started a militia
Called crime does pay
Everywhere he went
The crowds would gather 'round
As he posted propaganda
All throughout the town
Violence everywhere
Blame the government
Show us that you care
How's the money spent ?
Said it once before
That ignorance is bliss
And media's a whore
All because of this
Prison you made
It's built to last
How can you stoop so low
The fate of our futures in the past
There's nowhere for us to go but
Against the grain
Politics is business
And business sucks
Extortion is the key
To making bigger bucks
Judges taking bribes
While golfing on the green
While the lawyers get some grease
To oil their machine
Promise everywhere
None they'll ever keep
Justice isn't fair
Pockets gettin deep
Patience running out
The people gettin' pissed
We never had a doubt
They'd wash their hands of the
Prison you made
It's built to last
How can you stoop so low
The fate of our futures in the past
There's nowhere for us to go but
Against the grain
I got armor on my back
And eyes in the back of my head
So behold the overthrow
Man went on a mission   To save the day   He started a militia   Called crime does pay   Everywhere he went   The crowds would gather 'round   As he posted propaganda   All throughout the town   Violence everywhere   Blame the government   Show us that you care   How's the money spent ?   Said it once before   That ignorance is bliss   And media's a whore   All because of this   Prison you made   It's built to last   How can you stoop so low   The fate of our futures in the past   There's nowhere for us to go but   Against the grain   Politics is business   And business sucks   Extortion is the key   To making bigger bucks   Judges taking bribes   While golfing on the green   While the lawyers get some grease   To oil their machine   Promise everywhere   None they'll ever keep   Justice isn't fair   Pockets gettin deep   Patience running out   The people gettin' pissed   We never had a doubt   They'd wash their hands of the   Prison you made   It's built to last   How can you stoop so low   The fate of our futures in the past   There's nowhere for us to go but   Against the grain   I got armor on my back   And eyes in the back of my head   So behold the overthrow