You're just another anthem
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Guided by the bullet
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And you can take this all to hell
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With your fucking victims
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Down a toast of their blood with your wine
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While refining your ego's defense
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The glory of bullets, the fire, the mobs action to riot
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Your keen sense of interest in the revolution will end
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With the stains of innocence on your hands
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The flags that divide us grow stronger
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With your plastic refinement
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Plaster your picture of heads
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Lining your mantle
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Define your heresy with streets
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Lined with their entrails
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Your murders reek of their guns
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Your motives reek of their kind
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When you've fooled the people
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With your selfish intentions
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You can bask in the warmth
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Of your thugs in action
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When it all comes down
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You decide we're just looking for another leader
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To bring us down
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Your anthem will die with you
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Like all those before you
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Killing off the masses that you
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Claim to liberate
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Back to square one
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As the swine take on the faces
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Of their masters
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Toy Gun Anthem
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| Boy Sets Fire |
