| I’m gonna set this house a fire,
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| I’m gonna set this house a fire,
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| I’m gonna set this house a fire,
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| I’m gonna burn this building down,
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| Atlas shrugged the whole damn world,
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| Fell down to it’s knees,
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| The rich keep getting richer,
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| The poor gets more disease,
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| See the slaves out in the field,
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| They sing to fight the heat,
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| The bloody hands wash the bloody dirt,
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| Off their bloody feet,
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| On my own,
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| On my way,
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| On this one way ride,
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| I don’t wanna buy a ticket,
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| I don’t wanna stand in line,
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| Set this house a fire,
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| I’m gonna burn this building down,
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| Set this house a fire,
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| I’m gonna grind it in the ground,
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| The man tried to drag me in,
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| The man tried to hold me down,
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| He told me what to say and do,
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| He said I can’t get out,
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| But I know how to throw this rock,
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| And I’ve got a baseball bat,
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| And I’ve got a knife and the knowledge,
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| To cut out the heart and cut out the fat,
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| On my own,
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| On my way,
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| On this one way ride,
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| I don’t wanna buy a ticket,
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| I don’t wanna stand in line,
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| Set this house a fire,
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| I’m gonna burn this building down,
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| Set this house a fire,
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| I’m gonna grind it in the ground,
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| Gasoline and cigarettes,
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| Free cocaine and no regrets,
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| Esacalades and big jet planes,
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| Going down in flames,
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| Set this house a fire,
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| I’m gonna burn this building down,
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| Set this house a fire,
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| I’m gonna grind it in the ground. |