| the sun is settin on the century
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| and we are armed to the teeth
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| we are all working together now
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| to make our lives mercifully brief
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| schoolkids keep trying to teach us
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| what guns are all about
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| confuse liberty with weaponry
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| and watch your kids act it out
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| every year now like Christmas
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| some boy gets the milk-fed sub-urban blues
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| reaches for the available arsenal
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| and saunters off to make the news
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| and women in the middle
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| are learning what poor women have always known
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| that the edge is closer than you think
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| when your men bring the guns home
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| look at where the profits are
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| that’s how you’ll find the source
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| of the big lie that you and i
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| both know so well
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| it the time it takes this cultural
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| death wish to run its course
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| they’re gonna make a pretty penny
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| and then they’re all going to hell
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| he said the chickens all come home to roost
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| yeah, malcom forecasted this flood
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| are we really gonna sleep through another century
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| while the rich profir off our blood?
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| true, it may take some doing
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| to see this undoing done
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| but in my humble opinion
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| here’s what i suggest we do:
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| open fire on hollywood
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| open fire on MTV
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| open fire on NBC
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| and CBS and ABC
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| open fire on the NRA
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| and all the lies they told us
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| along the way
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| open fire on each weapons manufacturer
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| while he’s giving head
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| to some republician senator
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| and if i hear one more time
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| about fool’s rights
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| to his tools of rage
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| I’m gonna take all my friends
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| and I’m gonna move to Canada
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| and we’re gonna die of old age |