Live and undrugged six years and countin'
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Believer in Christ, Yes, yes, the blessed fountain
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Apologetic warrior, chalk one up for the visitors
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Casting fiercesome light into the shadows of midnight
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To the underground we descend
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With our whole gereration to defend
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Got a whole army on my case, Got the devil in my face
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'Cause that punk knows when's the end
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Unite, ignite and spark a light to burn so bright the
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Sight will blind the blind of this our modern time.
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O yeah, I got a beef with the fence-sitters
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Tares among the wheat, the cop-outs, the quitters
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Cut from the branch fruitless, no good,
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Only one use and that's firewood
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Pay no mind to the generation line
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Forsake your sect and be color blind
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The problem's not Hollywood, the problem's not Washington
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The problem's a weak divided church of schizmed Christians.
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Never going back the the darkness I was damned in
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Now I turn my back on the place that I was found in
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Flick a match on Babylon, burn baby burn
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Raised my mind for all this time and now it's your turn
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Got enough gasoline and plenty o' matches
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Finally I'm free and I shake off the ashes
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From the city of refuse, I refuse to pay dues
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To you, not me, and none of the free and the few.
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Unite
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| The O.C. Supertones |
