it might be rude to scream
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but i get so pissed
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all your space gets sucked away
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becomes their junkyard mist
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the country is shrinking
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everyone's breeding
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like rats in a cage
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we're strangled and scared
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could we just take care
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of each other could we
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just take care
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could we see beyond
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the pasture of childhood rage
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and minimum wage
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could we see beyond this
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pasture your country
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was built on slaves
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driving down and out of chicago
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i'm looking for the highway
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and i look around
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and oh my goddess
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what have we done
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past the jewel osco pass the bus
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spewing black air all over
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this black neighborhood
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mainly it's bars and fast food
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fast fast food cheap poison
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oh my goddess
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what have we done
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what have my fathers
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done to my brothers
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what have our leaders
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led us into
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what have we chosen
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fast asleep in racist baths
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that keep people powerless
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polluted and poor
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scrubbed clean of their gods
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oh my goddess goodness
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where are we now
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I'd bang down your billboards
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suck nourish from this rusty
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i'd send those streams
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to wash it clean
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make everything wet
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and lusty
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i want the loggers
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to be cast away
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i want to let
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the mantises pray
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i want the loggers
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to be cast away
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i just wanna play
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don't sell me your junkyard
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don't package my death
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i need the earth for my feet
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and the wind for my breath
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Pissed
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Bitch & Animal |