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Put out your lights
You're taken over
Sit on your hands for the new national anthem
It sounds a lot like shit but it goes on and on
Put out your lights
The waiting's over
Sit on your hands for the new national anthem
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From Chicago to Miami
Shout New York, shout LA
Today we take the White House
And paint it poor man's gray
From London to Damascus
Cry Freetown in Marseilles
Today we take the blue sky
And paint it poor man's gray
My mama she done told me
There's heart and then there's hate
If one of them is inside of you
The other one it ain't
From the alleys on the East side
Where the train it throws the weight
Brother take that cheeky smile
And paint it poor man's gray
From Berlin to Havana
From Beijing to Bombay
Today we take the blue sky
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Go shoot down the sun and moon
Close your eyes, live at noon
We don't know what we are
But we're tired of it
Go and get your friends
We'll take this city while it's sleeping
Down and out without a doubt
We're down and out
We're so heavy
Can't get out from under it
There's too many of us that don't want to fight it
Hey I've lost too many years to this
I walk behind the crowd
And pick up the garbage that was our future without memory
That made the children of the system we created
And then forgave
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Throw away your anger
Throw away the sheath
Charge and spike your heavy guns
Because that ain't no kind of belief
Dream of where it left you
When you were still too young
To know the difference between the faith in your heart
And the politics of looking dumb
It's all I know
This empty road
It keeps me looking for a place in your heart
It's all I know
Said brother are you weary?
Said sister are you safe?
Has this world got you thinking
That it ain't nothing but jailers cage?
Well child there ain't no worries
And child it ain't no thing
Because this world's too old to hate you
And too young to give up spring
It's all I know
This empty road
It keeps me looking for a place in your heart
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In the wilderness uncountable voices
earplugs for the birds and the animals
and blinders for your beast of burden, the will for learning
these books were made for burning
in the wilderness
beneath the ancient sand lies crushed and tanned those sapphire girls
may we never forget you
Alert status red
but the sun comes up instead
In the wilderness the only place to find freedom is in the dictionary
under "F"
men in holes, men in caves, men in chains I ask but the store clerk needn't
check
man I forget which came first
the bad idea or me befallen by it?
not giving a shit may we never forget you
Alert status red
but the sun comes up instead
In the wilderness
senile live the zealous
lost to the treasures that compel us
muted down like patriots amiss
you know I'm jealous of how you can just turn them off
those bad ideas that feel so soft
may they never forget you
Alert status red
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Little terror
Pack your stars
Here's a big wind for your sails
From the motherland
Little terror sings the company song
Here's a big hand to move you along
From the motherland
Mother
Your son he's a bad boy
Mostly a bad boy
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Line up crooked my eyes straight up at the sun
In and out of consciousness
Neither is much fun
Show down with that head of yours
And the book is 10 to 1
Ghetto rock for Princess Sticky Magazine
Five nights on the TV and two nights in between
To make out in the basement with the American dream
Take your time
Baby ain't it crazy just to want it
Arrogant to flaunt it
Since we fell in love with a bad idea?
Shine up crooked your eyes blazing like the sun
Make a little paradise for many to be one
Name it after liberty and build it running guns
Slumming it with Princess Sticky Magazine
Five nights on the TV and for $10,000 she'll agree
To do it on camera with the American dream
Take your time
Baby ain't it crazy just to want it
Arrogant to flaunt it
Since we fell in love with a bad idea?
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(Steward/Priske/Thor Valdsen/Good)
Ain't got a job but the future's bright
Flip off the world you know they say it's all right
You never get what you want to
And modern love you just can't stand
That candy coating is just a scam
You never get what you want to
Oh ya, all right
North American for life
Ya mother fucker we're number one
All out of beer so go get your gun
And we'll take what we want to
The price of freedom is getting steep
For everyone one we spend three
Just to take what we want to
George is teaching the kids to fight
Look at the world and you tell me it's all right
My baby's New Amsterdam
If she can't do it no one can
And now I get what I want to
Oh ya, all right
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What if you woke up in the middle of the night
And in your bare feet you walked outside
And realizing that you were awake that you could fly
Out over the world
To places that you've only heard of
See faces that you were sold as murderers
But just like you they're only lonely boys and girls
Like all over the world
What if you could lift them up?
What if you could make it so that times weren't tough?
So ever morning when the world woke up
There'd only be weather on the news
And what if you were back in bed
With one of them floating over your head
What do you say to your enemies
When you don't know what it is that could have been between you?
There ain't no blue skies over bad lands
Even if it ain't raining in the mornings
But you don't need to fly to understand it
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Way up in that sky
I look up and I wonder
If that's you passing by
It's been a while since I was your man
Used to shout up from outside
Wake you when you were sleeping
Now I walk the streets, I don't recognize nobody
It's been a while since I was your man
As time passed us by
We never felt like we should
We never did what we ought to
And folks they used to smile
And now they just think that they should
They just think that they should
We used to roll around on the floor
Get some Chinese delivered
Listen to Led Zeppelin IV
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A hand off the heart
One on the wolf until your lambs itch
Life lives in the dark
But you joke and you kid about the light switch
Lay down no talking
Stand up start walking
You run and you run and there's no time to think
No time to breathe
No time at all
Just the buffalo seven
A hand on the heart
One on the wolf until your lambs bleed
Life live in the dark
But you joke and you kid about the light in me
Lay down no talking
Stand up start walking
You run and you run and there's no time to think
No time to breathe
No time at all
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Saturdays
Saturdays I'm reminded of
Bombs away
Over our house when it could have been, should have been, doves
A mind to waste
Out on the street ya they'll sign you up
Get a taste
Beat you down when it could have been, should have been, love
Ex-pats of the Blue Mountain symphony orchestra
If heaven's above me
Then those starry skies they know me
And if it can't get the blood off out hands
Then you and I we'll get it off ourselves
So another day
Pissed away down the bar
Ain't it a shame
Turned your head off when it could have been, should have been, on
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