Music: Esbensen/Albinson/Smith/Swensen-Flagg
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Lyrics: Esbensen
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Hey there, my confident friend, isn't freedom funny?
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We can't help but notice you spend all your time and money
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Passing your panicky laws, pulling people under
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While happily snapping your jaws, and it makes us wonder
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Why you intrude on the lives of adults consenting
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When all your intolerant drives are what need preventing
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Sell out, compromise, hacking each human right down to size
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Trespass, intervene, shut your eyes to what you've never seen
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You hold your head high as the grand standard
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And judge their lives by how they've meandered
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Laugh as you lunge down from your high morals
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Wearing the proud crown of your cold laurels
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Sticking your ignorant nose where it isn't wanted
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Well, you and your need to impose carry on undaunted
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Desperate to sever the stem of your irritation
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Expending your breath to condemn an entire nation
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Self help suicide, stuff that society never tried
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Dictate what they do, soon it will all fall back onto you
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Strike with the slick twist of a sly viper
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Train down your long list like a mad sniper
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But when you take aim through the long ages
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You'll find your own name in the same pages
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You rage to wage and win the war on
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People on drugs
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Stacking the decks
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Behaving like a moron
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Pulling their plugs
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For having sex
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And things they choose to do in private
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Break down their doors
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What will you find?
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You never will survive it
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Winning the wars
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Losing your mind
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Done dealing with the decks you're stacking
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People will rise
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Your life descends
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And still you keep attacking
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Still you despise
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It never ends
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Raging and waging your wars, acting like a moron
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To bang up and break down the doors that you wage your war on
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Pulling the plugs on the things that they do in private
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You savor the silence it brings, but you won't survive it
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Dutifully dealing the blows from the decks you're stacking
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Creating your cages for those that you keep attacking
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Hey there, my confident friend, isn't freedom funny?
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We can't help but notice you spend all your time and money
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Passing your panicky laws, pulling people under
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While happily snapping your jaws, and it makes us wonder why
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The Sensual Con
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