They told you in school about freedom
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But when you try to be free they never let ya
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They said "it's easy , nothing to it"
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And now the army's out to get ya
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Sixty nine America in terminal stasis
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The air's so thick it's like drowning in molasses
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I'm sick and tired of paying these dues
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And i'm finally getting hip to the American ruse
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I learned to say the pledge of allegiance
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Before they beat me bloody down at the station
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They haven't got a word out of me since
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I got a billion years probation
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Sixty nine America in terminal stasis
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The air's so thick it's like drowning in molasses
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I'm sick and tired of paying these dues
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And i'm sick to my guts of the American ruse
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Phony stars, oh no! crummy cars, oh no!
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Cheap guitars, oh no! Joe's primitive bar... nah!
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Rock'em back, Sonic !
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The way they pull you over it's suspicious
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Yeah, for something that just ain't your fault
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If you complain they're gonna get vicious
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Kick in the teeth and charge you with assault
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Yeah, but i can see the chickens coming home to roost
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Young people everywhere are gonna cook their goose
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Lots of kids are working to get rid of these blues
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cause everybody's sick of the American ruse
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Well well well , take a look around !
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Well well well , take a look around !
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Well well well , take a look around !
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Well well well , take a look around !
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Well well well , take a look around !
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The American Ruse
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| MC5 |
