Well I'm a member of the generation Pentium mind
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post-Columbine kids we practice standing in line
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I could hear the whistles blowin' at the degree factory
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You better know your role
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Paranoia kicks his shoes off and he settles in
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Can't have a conversation without my head spinning
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To the beat of the dark money metronome
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The scattered tempo will arrest your soul
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I brake for analogies on this road to cure a complimentary disease of the heart
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Provided at no extra charge by the liars spread by their whores
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Cancer costs a bit more
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Half full or half empty man its no concern
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When the glass is smashed and you got nothing to learn
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Come off your pedestal digress from your post
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Obey the posters on the wall
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Her goosebumps are whispering a secret to me
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While logic's condescending on my fantasies
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Searching for Atlantis in the thick of a storm
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Capsize with the Montengards
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Well I can't go it alone
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But i don't need the approval of the megaphone
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Because the voice behind's got a plan of his own
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To play me for a fool
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Even Ceaser can share some empathy
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For the Fourth Estate's brutal murder atrocity
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They tasted the blade of the Laissez-sword
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And it burned when it went down
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The weathermen are telling me that I'd better scramble
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There's a storm on the brink that the levies won't handle
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Opportunity's door is neither open or shut
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It's rusted and propped ajar
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I brake for analogies on this road to cure a complimentary disease
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My power is listed at the top of the screen
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So play me for a fool
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No Ticket
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The Menzingers |