another ugly fucking stare
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friendly faces seem so few and far between
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the older i get it seems i'm just a piece of shit
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to those even older than me
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why am i so fucking bad?
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i've been to school ever since i was three
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and i'm part of a happy family
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well my agenda might not be the same as yours
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more to do with peace of mind and less to do with greed
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i don't live vicariously through my tv
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if i had a wish i'd do away with capitalist society
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i'd build a world where smiles and love are worth more than money
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and if this world blew up i'd finally get a decent night's sleep
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and every night i pray for sweet dreams and an h-bomb
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but my bomb didn't fall today
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looked at the sky and prayed for metal rain
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yesterday i stared out at the water, lawn chair in the sand all day
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and as the sun kissed the horizon and the day began to fade
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and people got into their cars and drove the fuck away
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and the sounds of modern industry drifted lazily into space
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but the fish are still dead in the water
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and the machine starts up again at 8
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and when the by-products of progress are human lives instead of fish
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it will be too late to realize our mistakes
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our quest for progress has become so fucking absurd
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thank god for juicers vcrs and quisinarts
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meanwhile people are still fucking blind
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meanwhile we're all dying of aids
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o the neutron bomb is so fucking ingenious
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kill a million people instantly but preserve their machines
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erase a culture and a race
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but their fax machines are safe
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just another fucking reason why i hate this fucking place
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the fish are fucking dead in the water
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and the ugly stares persist
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and i forgot how to smile
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is it our culture, our species or just our sick state of mind
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that makes us so proficient in hate?
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yeah we blew up japan and they bought our real estate
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and the indians never saw a dime
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we look out for #1 so much that #2 is dehumanized
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if you don't believe me then take a look out on the street
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human fucking beings living in refridgerator boxes
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begging assholes like you and me for money just to eat
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the fish are all dead in the water and the feelings are dead on the shore
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and the only dream i have is for an h-bomb to come
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and blow us fucking up
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so you don't have to hear me bitch anymore
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I Hear Things Are Just As Bad Down In Lake Erie
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The Broadways |