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Stuffs
his mouth full with the money that
he makes. The size of his cheeks
reflected in the laws he creates.
Walks through a city he thinks he
knows. But he can' t no he
can' t understand why his daughter
thinks there' s something wrong
with being fourteen years old. And
the truth is suffering, so let' s
try to say something.
Something
you can hold, Something you control,
Something we can grow.
TV is
his tool its his tool to get his
needs. By playing on your fears
he plays upon your sensitivity.
But I don' t need no fucking
hero. So get back, get back, back
to your scene if it was up to me
I' d be digging all of us one
big fucking hole, Because the truth
is suffering. So let' s try
to say something.
Something
you can hold, Something you control,
Something we can grow.
Stuffs
his mouth full with the money that
he makes. The size of his cheeks
reflected in the laws he creates.
But I don' t need no fucking
hero. So get back, get back, back
to your scene if it was up to me
I' d be digging all of us one
big fucking hole, Because the truth
is suffering. So let' s try
to say something.
Something
you can hold, Something you control,
Something we can grow.
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