| To those working in banks and armed service ranks
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| To all the children born and raised in internment camps
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| To all the youth sittin' in front of your TVs, at home
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| Listen up everybody
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| There’s no U-N-I-T-Y
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| That you can hide behind
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| Life is «eye for an eye»
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| Would you die for your pride
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| You cannot survive
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| Are you not surprised
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| When they cock their guns?
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| Committing Nazi crimes
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| You gotta walk to run
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| There’s a name to be given
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| To a loaded semi automatic hatred you feelin'
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| It’s the face that are feelin'
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| This patriotism is the core
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| Of this whole generation we live in
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| No it ain’t the beginnin'
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| You’re life’s at risk
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| You might be conscripted
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| And sent off to fight
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| To a place where the air’s like nitroglycerin
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| And every night
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| Prayin' to see your wife and kids again
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| The cycle’s vicious when
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| You’re right in between it
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| You don’t like the system but your fightin' to keep it
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| When we gonna learn through it?
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| Gonna turn your blind eye
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| Hoping (echo) in time you and I can do it
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| Put your mind to it
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| As I lay my soul down to sleep
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| I reach deep
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| Pray to have some ground to keep
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| And be free
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| Without the need to hold the chrome
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| It always seems so much worse
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| When it’s close to home (close to home)
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| As I lay my soul down to sleep
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| I pray the Lord save my friends and my family
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| And keep me
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| Please protect my boundaries
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| I listen to the bombs fall
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| Till I’m sound asleep
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| I’m like fuck anybody
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| That turned in some person
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| Livin' next door to him
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| Cause the dudes is wearin' a turbin
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| Workin' hard, 9 to 5, payin his taxes
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| Only to come home get harrassed
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| And asked if he’s
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| In anyway related to Al Qaeda
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| Cause the neighbours suspicious of his behaviour
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| And then they go an' call it patriotism
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| But it’s hate that is driven
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| And so the racism sits and it grows
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| In the pits of your souls
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| Until the shit just explodes
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| And you’re bombing people
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| That are calm and peaceful
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| Claimin' it’s for the goal
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| Of protecting your children
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| But how the fuck are the children being protected
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| When we’re building the weapons to kill them with?
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| It just doesn’t make sense to me
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| We’re gettin' screwed and we been doing it for centuries
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| Just sendin' these kids off to their deaths
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| As we sit, watch press releases
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| And pledge allegiance, but
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| To those working in banks and armed service ranks
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| To all the children born and raised in internment camps
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| To all the youth sittin' in front of your TVs
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| At home
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| Listen up everybody
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| As I lay my soul down to sleep
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| I reach deep
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| Pray to have some ground to keep
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| And be free
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| Without the need to hold the chrome
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| It always seems so much worse
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| When it’s close to home (close to home)
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| As I lay my soul down to sleep
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| I pray the Lord, save my friends and my family
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| And keep me
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| Please protect my boundaries
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| I listen to the bombs fall
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| Till I’m sound asleep
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| The bottom line is
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| That they got us all falling in line
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| Cause they got us forgettin' the past behind us
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| You can’t supply foreign lands with mines
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| And not finance these guns into the hands of minors
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| And most of them look just like me, don’t they?
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| And most of you think I just might be
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| Some religious fanatic with tricks up my sleeve
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| Ready to hi-jack this airbus and bust 19
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| But the bottom line is that they got our minds twisted and
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| Got us focusing our lives on our differences
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| I must have missed it if your God’s different than mine, and
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| I hope you’re getting what I tryin to fit in this rhyme and
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| When they come in the morning to take us
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| I hope you quit your hemming and hawing and wake up
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| And when they make you disappear without a trace
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| Cause of what you believe
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| Please remember these words (these words)
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| As I lay my soul down to sleep
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| I reach deep
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| Pray to have some ground to keep
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| And be free
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| Without the need to hold the chrome
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| It always seems so much worse
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| When it’s close to home (close to home)
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| As I lay my soul down to sleep
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| I pray the Lord save my friends and my family
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| And keep me
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| Please protect my boundaries
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| I listen to the bombs fall
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| Till I’m sound asleep
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| I listen to the tanks roll
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| Till I’m sound asleep
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| I listen to the Jews march
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| Till I’m sound asleep
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| Sound asleep
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| Till I’m sound asleep
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| I listen to the Jews march right down my street
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| The electricity’s off
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| Supermarkets are closed off
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| Phone’s dead
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| There’s soldiers in the streets
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| Right here in your promised land
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| It’s too late
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| You waited, debated, sedated for years
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| You stated it could never happen in our corner
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| Now wake up and smell the books burnin'
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| (Sound of a reported appearance of Osama bin Laden) |