| Highly medicated, society sedated
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| They keep you where they want you
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| And watch you when they need to
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| They sell you education
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| That dictates your occupation
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| Controlling what they feed you
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| So they know how old you live to
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| Brainwashed to believe them
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| When they tell you that you need them
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| Obsessed with biased media
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| That exists just to deceive us
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| Maniacal voices
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| That drip feed you your choices
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| Then send you to the front line
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| While they kick back with their fine wine
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| Form an orderly queue for the grave
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| There’s a lesson to learn here
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| As we’re lead to our death just like slaves
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| We should return here
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| There’s a reason to fight and survive
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| At the crack of the whip
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| Come together and reclaim your lives
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| And burn the ships
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| The man with the gun in his hand
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| Refused to listen, put his head in the sand
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| The masses woke and started to plan
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| To override them and take back the land
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| A million strong, downtrodden too long
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| Took up the challenge to right all the wrong
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| A plan was hatched and soldiers dispatched
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| We burn the ships 'cos we only attack
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| The man with the gun in his hand
|
| Refused to listen, put his head in the sand
|
| The masses woke and started to plan
|
| To override them and take back the land
|
| A million strong, downtrodden too long
|
| Took up the challenge to right all the wrong
|
| A plan was hatched and soldiers dispatched
|
| We burned the ships 'cos we only attack
|
| Form an orderly queue for the grave
|
| There’s a lesson to learn here
|
| As we’re lead to our death just like slaves
|
| We should return here
|
| There’s a reason to fight and survive
|
| At the crack of the whip
|
| Come together and reclaim your lives
|
| And burn the ships |