You can lead the punks to reason
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but you can't make them think
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and lifelong trouble with the burning fists
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and angry hearts of america's young is a fear of the new
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and the narrow outdated tunnels they see the world through
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And where to turn but up ones own ass
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where the answers are free but shit nonetheless
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We're used to the smell and content with the mess
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because a slogan's much easier than a second guess
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And still we water paper flowers
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thinking we've found the way for tomorrow
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lest we forget
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the empty heads will always be the first
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to try and kill what's already dead
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Lend Me Your Brain (I'm Building An Idiot)
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| Hot Cross |
