So this is what we¡¯ve all been waiting for?
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And to think I almost missed it,
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now there¡¯s some things I won¡¯t ignore.
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Cause every fool with a guitar and a slick haircut called their prediction
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They¡¯re the next big thing in rock and roll.
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But from a basement deep in what¡¯s left of our underground
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we¡¯re compiling profiles on all you creeps
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now we know where you hang around.
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Ever since the focus moved from how we sound
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to where we signed and what we bought
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our sincerity¡¯s been subsidized.
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Our culture now has a cost.
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So you fuckers say you want a war?
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So you fuckers say you want a war?
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I¡¯ve had enough of you fucking up the one thing that I love
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and I won¡¯t sit back and watch with idle hands and bitten tongue.
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I understand the need for magazines and prime-time ads and pop routines,
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but you¡¯re trying to place an image where a message had once been
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Trends fade with time, and that¡¯s just fine.
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Soon you¡¯ll go your way, and I¡¯ll go mine.
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You waste your days flooding the airwaves,
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we spend out nights tripping the dials.
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We¡¯re throwing up our fists
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to calling out the heartless,
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cause I don¡¯t think you¡¯re fooling anyone but you.
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We¡¯re toasting up our drinks to fucking up your scene.
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(I¡¯ve got explosives) for every single one of you.
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Trends fade with time, and that¡¯s just fine
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so we¡¯ll be alright.
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Warning: Perfect Sideburns Do Not Make You Dangerous
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Crime In Stereo |