"Guantanamo Bay, son.
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We want none of your bullshit.
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The boy who's crying 'Haditha',
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Vietnam's not a reference.
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Stop to think of the terror
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Everyone's gonna mess with a whiny bitch of a nation.
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Turn in your laptop unless you are ready to report the news in a way we see fit
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And turn in your Dictaphone
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All your photos won't be shown
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You're just fanning the flames of decent and the U.S. wants no part of it.
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We must distract or they'll react
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in a way that will be detrimental to our policy of coverups, BOY.
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We want none of your bullshit."
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Well, everyone knows that numbers have no liberal bias
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You stupid shit of a nation.
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If it's a campaign advertisement will you please stop telling us it's news?
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We got better things to do than read other countries' papers
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because you silence our reporters while you're killing just to keep our rights
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supposedly.
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We found no bombs so can we move on
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from the spying snide America where we are no safer now than we were
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before, BOY.
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We want none of your bullshit.
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Only one thing to call it, feeding time for the pulpit.
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We want none of your bullshit.
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If we can't disagree then what do we fight for.
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If we can't dissent, then why do we have war?
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"Son, we want none of your bullshit.
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The boy who's crying 'Haditha',
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Vietnam's not a reference.
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Stop to think of the terror
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Everyone's gonna mess with a whiny bitch of a nation.
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And boy, we're not gonna let them.
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Christian values for miles, God will place us above them.
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Don't focus on the photos.
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Please focus on gay marriage."
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