Stamping out the acient cultures to spread a new disease
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sailing on a dollar sign across the seven seas
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the banner is white, blue ; red
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the locust's flight to swarm the dead
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a buzzing plague to cage the lost
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the spreading web breeds holocost
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the third world's in your sweaty hands
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you bleed 'em dry ; rape their lands
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you loan 'em cash to kill their soils
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white bureaucrats divide the spoils
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Swirling red ; blue lights flash upon the housing walls
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my back against the lockless doors of countless bathroom stalls
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sifting through a puzzled life until the pieces click
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wading through america-the hate, the lies, the sick
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(I'm) spittin'at the flag you wave
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(I'm) pityin'the life the life you gave
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the propaganda zombifies
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to stuff your head with hateful lies
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; violence really keeps the peace
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all across the middle east
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with diligence we scorch the soil
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and siphon out their prcious oil
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All these patriotic lies oft sicken me to wake
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how much shit & disrespect are we supposed to take
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while you chant amongst the bleachers "U.S.A. is #1"
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we'll cheer the empire crumbling down to rot beneath the sun
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We have to be the winning team
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democracy's a dying dream
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; everything is classified
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to keep our terror justified
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we have to keep our engines filled
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so what if forign blood is spilled
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I'm blind to the reality
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if the media lies, it's news to me
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This is what you're proud of when you wave your little flag
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a sovereign nation brutalizing a wetted paper bag
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And all the worlds a cage
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we're locked upon the stage
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(In a)Capitalist society
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we're threatend by autonomy
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their labor must belong to us
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in cash ; greed & god we trust
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(it's) just another policy
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to cripple their economy
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bury them in endless debt
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to the world-bank ; the I.M.F.
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(so)I'm burnin' up the flag you wave
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I'm dancin' on your fuckin' grave
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you're sellin' devastating death
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you're suckin' souls ; robin' breath
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& your greed's a blasphemy
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you're profitin' from misery
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where will all this madness end
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when the money burns ; cities rend
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(The Rain)
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A golden sunset in darkest night
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it melts the skin & blinds the sight
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a fungal cloud of blackened ash
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the rain floods down to spark the rash
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into your mind the sickness bores
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while underground they lock the doors
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you glide into abysmal deep
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escape, escape, to sleep
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Gringos Son Puercos Feos
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