Coulda been a lawyer, a fireman
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Engineer in cairo, ambassador to japan
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Instead I'm stretched here, fire pit underneath
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Steel strings bound my body, this metal grill to my teeth
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In 20 seconds, can you scream something for us,
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And in 6 seconds arrive at the chorus?
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Cue smoke, flash lights, enter the fountain of youth
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You can sell us anything but the truth
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[Chorus:]
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I am confused about "give peace a chance"
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How much was music, how much makeup and dance?
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Peace is a product someone plants in your head
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Welcome to the state of music, population: spoon-fed
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I entered the minefield, armed with something simple I wrote
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But one of the three songs on radio exploded down my throat
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A little bit queasy from the shrapnel I ate
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Would it be too much to ask for a little soul on my plate?
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What an adorable artistic dream,
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Now everybody taste the machine
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Industry's changed, it's not our fault
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Can I pass you the sensory assualt?
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[Chorus]
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Thank you dolores for inspiring me
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Thank you to lisa for your pure melody
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In awe of joni and the words she commands
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Breathtaking fingerwork from both ani's hands
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Tracy for run- run- run- run- running and hope
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The irish goddess whose voice rivaled the pope
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So how the hell to fill the asics on me?
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If I don't know who I am, everyone will tell me
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[Chorus]
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The State Of Music
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Jay Brannan |