There's a man from the afterlife at the door trying to sell us hope
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Lock the doors and close the windows
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We hear it, we see it, you better believe it
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We try it, then buy it, and some us breathe it
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The slick dark men in their slick dark suits
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Are gonna take your children away
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(I bet you bought that)
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We ask for less, they give us more
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Mr. and Miss, there is a cure
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It's better now
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Is it better now?
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Kill the head before the body is infected
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Better now
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Is it better now?
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Spare the body before the mind gets the best of..
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And now we God bless this nuclear family!
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(A picture-perfect American standard)
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And so it's "God bless this bouncing new baby!"
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(Raised in a world that's all sugar, sex and money)
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Can you sense the sarcasm in my tone?
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(Just take it, adjust it)
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Chances are it suits you well
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Tell me what it is that you fear the most
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(We'll take it and use it)
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Put it on the radio
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Complete And Utter Confusion...
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Fear Before The March Of Flames |