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There's no fight left for the good kids



Not when everyone's out building soccer robots

and eating sixteen hot dogs in less then ten minutes

And this here is what we got:

a superficial, super-political, eye glance and wave



You know, I would get out of here

But I don't have the extra three dollars for

every gallon of gas that I need

So you go girl, with those sore feet and those old roads

And you keep going girl, despite these aftermaths of "democracy" and

greed



I can tell you now, there will be another civil war

And there will be more revolutions and uprisings of fed up crowds

It will never cease, so you can take that knife out of my back and

find somewhere else to prowl



Call it entertainment, but more or less it's the

brain washing tactic

Keep us happy with soaps and blood and love

Because for God's sake it's so tempting that we

forget to turn on the news

It's so easy to sit back and say, "I don't know you"

I don't know you.



But then again, we're always knocking on the

back door of the truth

We have been singing about it for ages

And it will not go down queitly, or with a whispered hush

cuz I'll tell you what, we will chomp off the hand that feeds us



and it will taste like freedom

and it will taste like all the things that have been lost