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Bombs and Bullets Have No Heart
They Only Tear Your Flesh Apart
To live Inside A Battle Zone
The Sins Of Man Can Find A Home
And Home Is Where The Hate Begins
It Doesn't Count Unless It Wins
The Corporate Pigs Keep Getting Fat
And Number One Is Where It's At
There Is No Room For Number Two
Just Stare Into Your T.V. Set
The Cogs Of Industry Grind On
The Lie, The Snitch, the Teacher's Pet
The Cop-Callers Make Up The Glue
And Soon They'll Set There Sights On You
Without The Fear In Which We Drown
Injustice Might Not Keep Us Down

If Your Neighbors Keep You Up At Night
Then Talk To 'Em, Don't Start A Fight
Don't Be So Quick To Call Police
for It's Just The Fascist Cogs You Grease
Why Can't We Try To Make The Best?
The Rest Can Go and Die, We Don't
Want Lies To Educate The Hate
The Rest Can Choke On Fate and Apple Pie

So With The Choice you Make
Your Wal-Mart Life Becomes A Fake
The Plastic Crasstic Sick Facade
Becomes Your Ever-Loving God
Diversion Fuels This Sterile Vision
With War and Lies On Television
And We Become A Mindless Ghost
Richest, Fattest, Deadest, Most
And All These Unjust Laws and Codes
When Freedom Rots, The Soul Erods
And A Microscopic Brain Incision
Hooks You To Your Television
A Branded Car, A Branded Wife
A Branded Home and A Branded Life
to Wash and Clean A Spotless Day
And Pills To Clean Your Thoughts Away
A Sterile, Gated Hateful Place
Where Cleanest, Whitest Wins The Race
And All Those Who Don't Fit The Mold
Can Starve and Die Out In The Cold
Diversion Feeds This Sterile Vision
With War and Lies On Television
And We Become A Mindless Ghost
Richest, Fattest, Deadest, Most
Diversion Feeds This Sterile Vision
With War and Lies On Television [3x]
And We Become A Shattered Ghost
Richest, Fattest, Deadest, Swollen, Most!
Bombs and Bullets Have No Heart   They Only Tear Your Flesh Apart   To live Inside A Battle Zone   The Sins Of Man Can Find A Home   And Home Is Where The Hate Begins   It Doesn't Count Unless It Wins   The Corporate Pigs Keep Getting Fat   And Number One Is Where It's At   There Is No Room For Number Two   Just Stare Into Your T.V. Set   The Cogs Of Industry Grind On   The Lie, The Snitch, the Teacher's Pet   The Cop-Callers Make Up The Glue   And Soon They'll Set There Sights On You   Without The Fear In Which We Drown   Injustice Might Not Keep Us Down      If Your Neighbors Keep You Up At Night   Then Talk To 'Em, Don't Start A Fight   Don't Be So Quick To Call Police   for It's Just The Fascist Cogs You Grease   Why Can't We Try To Make The Best?   The Rest Can Go and Die, We Don't   Want Lies To Educate The Hate   The Rest Can Choke On Fate and Apple Pie      So With The Choice you Make   Your Wal-Mart Life Becomes A Fake   The Plastic Crasstic Sick Facade   Becomes Your Ever-Loving God   Diversion Fuels This Sterile Vision   With War and Lies On Television   And We Become A Mindless Ghost   Richest, Fattest, Deadest, Most   And All These Unjust Laws and Codes   When Freedom Rots, The Soul Erods   And A Microscopic Brain Incision   Hooks You To Your Television   A Branded Car, A Branded Wife   A Branded Home and A Branded Life   to Wash and Clean A Spotless Day   And Pills To Clean Your Thoughts Away   A Sterile, Gated Hateful Place   Where Cleanest, Whitest Wins The Race   And All Those Who Don't Fit The Mold   Can Starve and Die Out In The Cold   Diversion Feeds This Sterile Vision   With War and Lies On Television   And We Become A Mindless Ghost   Richest, Fattest, Deadest, Most   Diversion Feeds This Sterile Vision   With War and Lies On Television [3x]   And We Become A Shattered Ghost   Richest, Fattest, Deadest, Swollen, Most!