And the sky is falling upwards
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On a summer desert night
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While kids in school are forced to sing
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The battle hymns just right
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And the extras paid to get excited
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On the tv screen
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So doped up on diversion
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That they don't know what it means
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To be free to hate the ones you hate
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Free to love the ones you love
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Free to like the land you live on
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Not the one who leads
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All i'm sayin', dig the grave you lay in
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After all, you make the call
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Hang up before it's too late
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Make sure to give your full attention
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Smile the best you can
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Watch this hand give peace sign
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While the other chokes a man
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Cuz he wants to love another man
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They'll tell you that its bad
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Cuz some book that set the moral codes
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Is glamourized in ads
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And the backflipping, spike-haired preachers
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Preaching through their headset mics
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Saying god is the new elvis and
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He's "gonna rock tonight"
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So just sip on that new energy drink
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Although it tastes like shit
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Cuz a pretty t.v. couple
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Says they cant live without it
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Paid To Get Excited
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Butch Walker |