One, two, three, four...
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Well I
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Won't be caught living in a dead-end job,
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While praying to my government, guns and God.
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Now it's us against them, we're here to represent
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And spit right in the face of the establishment.
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And now I don't believe (in having faith in nothing),
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Stand on my own (and got no sympathy).
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Wasting the youth (while being young and useless).
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Speak for yourself (and don't pray for me).
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Well because we're doing fine, and we don't need to be told
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That we're doing fine, 'cause we won't give you control.
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And we don't need anything from you,
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'Cause we'll be just fine, and we won't be bought and sold, just like you.
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(A call across the Underclass.)
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Calling out loud with no respect,
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I'm not the one, I'm just another reject.
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I'm the voice to offend all those who pretend.
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Unsung against the grain, I'm here to rise against.
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Now I'm desensitized (I state my place in nowhere),
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Burning the flag (of the degeneration).
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Everyone sing (the anthem of no future).
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Down with the mass ('cause we're not listening).
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Well because we're doing fine, and we don't need to be told
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That we're doing fine, 'cause we won't give you control.
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And we don't need anything from you,
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'Cause we'll be just fine, and we won't be bought and sold, just like you.
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May I have your attention please?
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I pledge allegiance to the Underclass,
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As your hero at large!
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One, two, three, four...
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We're the saints of degeneration,
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We don't owe anyone an explanation.
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Fuck elitists, we don't need this,
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We're the elite of just alright.
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Well because we're doing fine, and we don't need to be told
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That we're doing fine, 'cause we won't give you control.
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And we don't need anything from you,
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'Cause we'll be just fine, and we won't be bought and sold, just like you.
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Underclass Hero
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