Not so jumpy now, downtown
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No talk of concerns or fear
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We'll just hand over all our tax money
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Then bitch about nothing but the price of cable and beer.
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Oh, how easy it is sometimes
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To get lost in these party lines
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Are we cops of the free even overseas
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Or this 'them and us' mentality ruin our eyes.
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[Chorus]
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It's a message from the malcontent
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We refuse to buy, we're heaven sent
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With our gameface on
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We're a UN no-show bullies from the get go.
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They hit us with this 'love it or leave it' shit
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Like a dog in a cage trained to beg then sit
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If that's how it's gonna be
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I'm not calling this home.
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Mine's a little voice
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Shit, I thought that was the point
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Born of a freedom never realized
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With manifest destiny kept like a sign from the skies.
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All around the world
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They're ignored and pissed
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Staring back at us
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Like we're spoiled little kids
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How have we proven them wrong
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With police states, hollywood, embargos and radio songs.
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[Chorus]
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We're the land of the free trial membership to crap
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Where adults can't find world powers on a map
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Where leaders run free with absconded power
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Where a flag costs more than you make in an hour
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Where I stand with so many but we're told we're alone
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Where I work for a living but I never feel at home.
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Like Sprewells On A Wheelchair
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Dillinger Four |