Strung Out
Lingua: Inglese

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Suburban Teenage Wasteland Blues
The other day I swear to God
I got a letter in the mail ‎
That said “Register with us ‎
Or you're gonna go to jail
You'll be put inside a cage, ‎
then forced to enlist
Well I laughed out loud
said I won't comply
To be labeled as one of those
Who qualify to be shipped off ‎
To fight some fucking war
‎'Cause war's not about policy-religion
It's about economy ‎
And I'm not dying
to set your country free
I'll never bow to your expectations
I never have I never will
I'm not a puppet, pawn, ‎
Or figure head ‎
I'm a man of my own free will
Our freedoms are slowly surrendered
As they take more than their fill
How much power is ever enough ‎
for the men, the men on Capitol Hill.
They're cuttin's back on welfare
Illegalizing harmlessness
Am I the only one to see ‎
there's something wrong with this?
I don't have the answers ‎
Won't pretend to say I will ‎
But to put my trust in government
I think I'd rather kill
Off mighty word democracy
Spells freedom for you and me
The books have all been written
And the prophets denied
Little by little ‎
Watch this state begin to fall ‎
As we awaken from this dream ‎
And find ourselves nailed to the wall
Oh firecracker patriotic lire,‎
you were burnin' bright ‎
The day the country died
In all your glory, in all your pride.
Light the way torch of Liberty
Light the sky for the whole world to see in
All your glory in all your pride.‎

inviata da Bartleby - 21/3/2012 - 11:45

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