(Written by Brecht)
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Originally performed by D.R.I.
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No, there are no easy answers
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To sum up the problems which we face
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History's a lesson, let us learn by our mistakes
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Just don't expect to make sense
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Out of what you see
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For I can tell you now that
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Knowing is believing
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So if you open your mind you might understand
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You're the victim of a big time government scam
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And though you may not be inclined to believe
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The man behind the desk does get paid to deceive
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You live in your little dream world
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You're much too cool to care
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I really have to warn you
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I think it's only fair
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They await the final hour
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As happy as they are sick
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Laughing so hysterically
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At all those who they've tricked
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Who an I to tell you who to believe in
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When all the masks they seem so damn deceiving?
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How can I say to you, "You be free"
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That would never bring about mass anarchy
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Now, would it?
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From sun up to sun down
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Decisions make my head spin round
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Make me drunk, sick and tired
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Keep me up 'til I retire
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And while I could be out barhopping
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Meat market, rocker chick shopping
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Out there, chasing my dick
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In it's never ending search for chicks
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But, I'd rather be sleeping
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In my bed, crashed out
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A slice of death, wrapped up
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All in wool, passed out
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Drunk, you stupid fool
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In my bed, crashed out
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A slice of death, wrapped up
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All in wool, passed out
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Drunk, you stupid fool
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No more waking hassles
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Weary of the daily battles
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So on my bed, I lay curled
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No more waking hassles
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Weary of the daily battles
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So on my bed, I lay curled
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A "could be" man of the world
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But, I'd rather be sleeping
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In my bed, crashed out
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A slice of death, wrapped up
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All in wool, passed out
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Drunk, you stupid fool
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In my bed, crashed out
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A slice of death, wrapped up
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All in wool, passed out
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Drunk, you stupid fool
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Snap/I'd Rather Be Sleeping
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Anthrax |