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A middle class mom on the hill
behind binoculars, she sits so still
Spots a boy under the freeway
Whispers in her radio, for the kill

Open your eyes, fighting kids
Who want to make their mark
else you took away
You left in the dark, open your eyes

Your way is not beauty
It's about and choice
Speech isn't
It is only for those who can afford to raise voice

Say it is pollution, say it is a sin
Mobilize their force to stop the demon
They say it is not a battle, it is a full war
volunteers like never before

Say it is so ugly, say it is an eyesore
But remember, they're the ones who department stores
Puts ads on the benches, signs on the
where the grass used to grow