Politicians wasted our money for too long,
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And religious leaders are raping our children.
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So where are the poets? They're
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Rall at their slams,
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And where are the leaders? Taken out by the man.
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Where is my money? I know I had it somewhere.
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Someone picked my pocket, probably was an old lady.
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Where's my favorite rockstars?
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They both shot themselves to death.
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Well where the fuck's my daddy? Followed in the same footsteps.
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So Where will we turn when we fall down?
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Where will we turn when we fall?
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[x4]
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I can't trust the president, or anything that he says,
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I can't even trust my own mother,
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they were both raised the same way.
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Well, what you gonna do, when they come knocking on your door?
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Will you really pull that trigger or go run for shelter?
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Where will we turn when we fall down?
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Where will we turn when we fall?
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[x4]
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