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By the time the rotted off of their antennas,
were questioning who the real threat is.
Big love is the 21rst Century's plague.
no matter how bloody the glove, question displayed.

Don't what two plus two equals.
Don't let upgrade your math no matter what they have as proof of evil.
Remember when they went after the Jewish
You don't recognize that same black as see through?

Attack of the eagles. If they fall dead
before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't one in its bald head.
Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever
was a warm bed and a house that haunted.

I'd die for a cause than to die just because
we exhaust natural resources forced wars,
restoring ways, keeping other countries poor.
"Monkey see, Monkey do" I wonder what fucking monkeys saw.

rethinking the still-frames in your mind,
and guarantee they will with time.
Your is pixelated with poor resolution while
is simply wasted. You were born execution style.

Head first in a trial. I'll second the
'Til the jury's bored to and puts your neck in a notion.
The situation's volatile. A problem child
is trying to find the right clown costume to make his father

So he bombs he tries to tell jokes.
ain't a false alarm, can't you smell the smoke?
You're in the line of fire where they buy and votes.
Our sense of liberty ring true, stupid, that's why the bell broke.

Trench coat Mafiosos rocks
at officers and rebel against cops
'Til they infinite circles in small cell blocks.
Turtle upon 'til they're all shell shocked.

This so-called got elected in a court room.
With the war efforts of pops he a fortune.
We "talk, talk, talk..." so the veterans of war
the revolution stopped. This ain't a tune.

"Hey, Bobby...the are back. They're up to no good just like the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood their grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It's our turn to over their grave.
I'm a do it right time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays."

You can't a lost land as the last existing dinosaur.
There's no escaping ass in these times of war,
replacing apples with hospitals...where are hostile,
Killing two pterodactyls one fossil.

I got you. If don't fall dead
Before they reach me, be damned if I don't shoot one in it's bald head.
Fuck what we're force fed. All I wanted,
Was a warm bed...and house wasn't haunted.

Thumb through novels to your fingerprints match,
The of criminals committing innocent acts
of compassion for tired crawling with pistols,
While we fire million dollar missals.

Force the issues in the of your head where eyes roll.
Brain wash yourself out of mind control.
Or act a fool you're told.
But we won't see no type of 'til that bitch removes the blindfold.

This a "Love it or leave it," it's a "Change it or lose it."
never sing the anthem of a nation who never faces the music,
Chasing an caveman
in space ships that makes trips to the futures are name-brand.

Faking progress...but we advanced
Enough to change the posture of our ape
got the key to the city but they prefer the break-in entry.
Duck and weave, I'm light in their shadow box to make it empty.

"Hey, Bobby...the are back. They're up to no good just like the old days.
They played dead when you stood over grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over their grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them are back. It's our turn to stand over their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fuckin' decays."

Attack of the eagles. If don't fall dead
Before they reach me, I'll be damned if I shoot one in its bald head.
what we're force fed. All I ever wanted
was a bed...

There's nothing scarier than the stories I tell ghosts,
Chilling accounts with my frozen to bed posts.
The of carcasses whenever threats are close,
Shows a heartlessness doesn't register on stethoscopes.

Sell your hopes for a homeland chart,
your sense of self is broke and no man's pure in the heart.
Preventive detention for the folks who never home.
Tensions have grown a 24/7 red zone.

tactics...have got you under control,
The fear of a color code. The uppers know
They can't you down without having anchors attached.
"It's all the same." Nah, balls and chains on ankles match.

So drag your back to the off road.
We may lost the fashion battle but we ain't lost the wardrobe.
Go window shopping for next free meal,
'cause we start the revolution all you'll probably do is steal.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no just like the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead you stood over their grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It's our to stand over their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until fucking skin decays."