No money man is gonna carry us
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No Corporate hand is gonna bury us
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If we had convictions we’d be dangerous
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Don’t want their creed to guide our consequence
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Don’t want their shadow casting darkness on our future tense
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They’d make a killing but we’re making sense
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With the last great act of defiance
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To preserve us well
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Heaven or Hell we’re gonna know we left our mark
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Can’t live no life that pushes thorny crowns
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No New York minute’s gonna tear us down
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You and me, hell we’re the guts of this town
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With the last great act of defiance
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To preserve us well
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Heaven or Hell we’re gonna know we left our mark
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Don’t want no heart attack like my old man
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53 and a policy to help my mother live
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They never paid him back for working long
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Company man but they could give a damn
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For what he had to give
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Another evening on the Stockton road
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Dreamin’ plans for the greatest story ever told
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We’ll spit on all the cards they haven’t shown
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With the last great act of defiance
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To preserve us well
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Heaven or Hell we’re gonna know we left our mark
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Last Great Act of Defiance
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| The Badlees |
