| Sentenced to work a dead end 9 to 5
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| Trapped in a dingy corporate cubicle hell
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| Then go to work in the darkness on the midnight shift
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| Any chance you get, selling gas at the corner Shell
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| Three letters groups listening in on you
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| Under surveillance courtesy of Big Brother in your car
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| Drones monitor each and every move you make
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| It doesn’t matter who you know
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| Or who you think you are
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| You’ll never see a ray of daylight
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| So far in debt you’re struggling to survive
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| But you will break your back fighting (and they’ll help)
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| Before you let them break your pride
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| «Powers that be» will never win
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| A storm is coming, get ready
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| You better learn to dance in the rain
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| Instead of wait for the sun
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| Learn to dance in the rain
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| The sun will never come
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| Down on your luck
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| You had your hand out once or twice
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| But all you wanted was just a hand, they say
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| «You have the right to remain silent»
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| So shut your mouth
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| Don’t mention the broken promises
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| And lies of hope and change
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| «Powers that be» will never win
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| A storm is coming, get ready
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| You better learn to dance in the rain
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| Instead of wait for the sun
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| Learn to dance in the rain
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| The sun will never come
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| Never come, dance in the rain
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| It ain’t gonna come
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| Enslave and impoverish the middle class
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| Make them dependent then strip it all away
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| Al-CIA-da, destruction, and democide
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| Addiction, corruption, every word’s a lie
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| Races, classes, sexes, religious wars
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| Destroy the family, and what love is for
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| The Fed and the Bankers own all the politicians
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| May I introduce you to the sons of perdition?
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| Replace the dictators Washington appointed
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| The Devil Messiahs and the dangerously disappointed
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| They lie to themselves, pleased with what they’ve done
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| Soon they all will be repaid and there’s nowhere to run |