By the time the flags rotted off of their antennas,
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they were questioning who the real threat is.
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Big Brotherly love is the 21rst Century's plague.
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no matter how bloody the glove, question evidence displayed.
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Don't forget what two plus two equals.
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Don't let them upgrade your math no matter what they have as proof of evil.
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Remember when they went after the Jewish people?
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You don't recognize that same black mask as see through?
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Attack of the eagles. If they don't fall dead
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before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its bald head.
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Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever wanted
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was a warm bed and a house that wasn't haunted.
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I'd rather die for a cause than to die just because
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we exhaust natural resources forced into wars,
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restoring wasteful ways, keeping other countries poor.
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"Monkey see, Monkey do" I wonder what those fucking monkeys saw.
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Keep rethinking the still-frames in your mind,
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and guarantee they will change with time.
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Your outline is pixelated with poor resolution while
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downtime is simply wasted. You were born execution style.
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Head first in a trial. I'll second the motion
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'Til the jury's bored to death and puts your neck in a notion.
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The situation's volatile. A naked problem child
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is trying to find the right clown costume to make his father smile
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So he bombs while he tries to tell jokes.
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This ain't a false alarm, can't you smell the smoke?
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You're in the line of fire where they buy and sell votes.
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Our sense of liberty doesn't ring true, stupid, that's why the bell broke.
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Trench coat Mafiosos propel rocks
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at recruitment officers and rebel against cops
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'Til they hurdle infinite circles in small cell blocks.
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Turtle upon turtle 'til they're all shell shocked.
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This so-called president got elected in a court room.
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With the war efforts of pops he inherited a fortune.
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We "talk, talk, talk..." so the veterans of war assume
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the revolution stopped. This ain't a protest tune.
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"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no good just like the old days.
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They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over their grave.
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"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It's our turn to stand over their grave.
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I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays."
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You can't roam a lost land as the last existing dinosaur.
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There's no escaping ass kickings in these times of war,
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replacing apples with hospitals...where doctors are hostile,
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Killing two pterodactyls with one fossil.
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I got you. If they don't fall dead
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Before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in it's bald head.
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Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever wanted,
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Was a warm bed...and house that wasn't haunted.
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Thumb through novels to have your fingerprints match,
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The description of criminals committing innocent acts
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of compassion for tired civilians crawling with pistols,
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While we fire million dollar warning missals.
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Force the issues in the back of your head where eyes roll.
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Brain wash yourself out of that mind control.
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Or act a fool like you're told.
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But we won't see no type of justice 'til that bitch removes the blindfold.
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This ain't a "Love it or leave it," it's a "Change it or lose it."
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I'll never sing the anthem of a nation who never faces the music,
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Chasing an ever-elusive caveman
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in space ships that makes trips to the futures that are name-brand.
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Faking progress...but we ain't advanced
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Enough to change the posture of our ape stance?
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They've got the key to the city but they prefer the break-in entry.
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Duck and weave, I'm shedding light in their shadow box to make it empty.
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"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no good just like the old days.
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They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over their grave.
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"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It's our turn to stand over their grave.
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I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait |