just like another speck of dust that's on the highway of life,
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He Screams at anyone who'll listen that the end is in sight,
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So then he circles the wagons or he just circles then quits
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Cause the Highway could become the final battling pit
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So when the company wants, Another problem resolved,
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Or if the company wants a choice of nothing at all,
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Point your thumb out to the highway through the heat and the dust,
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And raise your finger in the middle till you shout:
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"What About Us!" x 4
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Just like another last call, it means nothing at all,
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You either kiss a lot of ass, or tear the clock off the wall,
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Another warning ignored another sign of the times,
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They say the sky is gonna fall, so why not drink till your blind
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So when the company wants another company-man,
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Or when the company wants another 1,000 year plan
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You'll let your boot go up the road you cannot possibly trust,
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Till the screaming hits the ceiling and you ask:
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"What About Us?" x5
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"What About Us?" x4
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Don't follow my path to extinction, if I had a mind I'd leave it alone,
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We speak of aliteration, can't even get on medication
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Like a journey to the inside of carnal-fiction,
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Release yourself where the preditor prays, rewind your mind, freeze your
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world apart.
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Wage war on the eye which cannot see,
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destroy the temple of emptyness,
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and what about them in the wake of damnation,
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and what about us? Do We come from God?"
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just like the old soft shoe or the old song and dance
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The only check that's in the mail is prob'ly already cashed
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Are you a victim of chance? is this the way to succeed?
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or just a crack in the wall of what the people believe,
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So when the company wants the final weapon online,
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When the company wants to reposess your mind,
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You gotta wonder if the fear that we loathe or trust
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Would ever waste a precious second trying to answer:
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What about us x 6
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Do We Come from God?
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What about them [echos and fades out]
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What About Us
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