| All hail, the jester has landed
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| In flyover country he sings
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| Charmed like a snake in a basket
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| Should be curled up and ready to spring
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| We’re raising our cross just to burn it
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| The clergy are selling their souls
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| Clearing a path, ignoring the facts
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| Intoxicated by the throne
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| We’ll be standing here holding our ground, come what may
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| Like a ghost haunts from beyond the grave
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| Welcome to the breakdown
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| Welcome to the end of the road
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| Welcome to the breakdown
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| We’ve got nowhere else to go
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| When we all go deaf in the chamber of echoes
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| Cheering the missile parade
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| Agreeing to let all the banks rob the people
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| Together we circle the drain
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| We’ll be standing here holding our ground, come what may
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| Like a ghost haunts from beyond the grave
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| Welcome to the breakdown
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| Welcome to the end of the road
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| Welcome to the breakdown
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| We’ve got nowhere else to go
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| Welcome to the breakdown
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| Welcome to the end of the road
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| This is a breakdown
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| And we’ve got nowhere else to go
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| It’s a game, you’ve been played
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| It’s a flock, you’re the sheep
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| It’s a pied-piper song that has lulled you to sleep
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| It’s a lie and you fell for it — hook, line, and sinker
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| A hand that you shook that then gave you the finger
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| A fraud and a fake, a cowardly king
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| A lie to your face, but you still kiss the ring
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| This is the breakdown, this is the breakdown
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| This is the breakdown!
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| Standing here holding our ground, come what may
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| Like a ghost haunts from beyond the grave
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| Welcome to the breakdown
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| Welcome to the end of the road
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| This is a breakdown
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| And we’ve got nowhere else to go
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| Welcome to the breakdown
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| Welcome to the end of the road
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| This is a breakdown
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| And we’ve got nowhere else to go
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| It’s not much, but this is home
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| And there’s nowhere else to go |