The fascists and their many guises
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Anarchists and their fantasizing
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It seems sometimes they're sailing the same boat
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Politicians mesmerizing throngs of automated souls
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As some similar psycho's screwing on the scope
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I'm leaving town
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To join sophisticates in my head
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We'll have our fun playing the hypocrite critic
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And when all the creatures in their palaces are crushed
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I can safely say "I'm coming home"
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Fairy tales and fruitless fortunes
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Acquired from some sad story teller
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Can sometimes be enough to keep me mum in my keep
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Organ grinders orating overtures of madness
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As the heinous hipster's spending his unearned currency
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There may be many ways of reaching the same plateau
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I'll take the road less traveled
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If it looks like it ain't been sold
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The chains around my neck won't break
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But at least they're made of solid
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Fruitless Fortunes
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| Swingin' Utters |
