What you do is what you are
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And wishing upon distant stars
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Won't improve the hole you're in
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Won't absolve your deepest sin
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But action is no gift from some covert and lofty god
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It's dependant and weighty all the same
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And it is oh so easy just to keep to yourself
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But then you're at the mercy of imbeciles
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Now I didn't make up the rules
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But clearly we are led by fools
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It is wise to know their ways
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So you know how not to behave
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But sometimes we find ourselves in desperate need
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And we look to those with privilege and power
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It's then we learn compassion sits inert on their shelves
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We're at the mercy of imbeciles
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NO Actions is no gift from some masked spirit in the sky
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It's reducible to flesh, mind, and bone
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And it is oh so easy just to keep to yourself
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But then you're at the mercy of imbeciles
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Imbeciles
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Imbeciles
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IMBECILES
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At The Mercy Of Imbeciles
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| Bad Religion |
