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Not for lack of a gentle mother I do lack a mental cover
It keeps on pounding my head
World order water torture exhausted economics
Everyday just more comics
In a pissing contest that started out with atomic
Bombs mom will they
Drop the bomb will they
Think about their children's children
Being born with limbs missing
There is no one to call
You can’t make ‘em stall
I want to feed them to each other
Cuz I’m sick of them all
How can’t you see something’s missing
Is anyone listening
We’re shooting up flares
Does anyone care

They’ve got this world
Locked down, bound and gagged
From the rez in Pine Ridge
To the land in Baghdad

When did our leaders
Become bottom feeders
We’re shooting up flares
Does anyone care

They’ve got this world
Locked down, bound and gagged
With constant fear and paranoia
Toxins in our head

It’s just something they know how to do
(How to make everyone feel uncalm)
The masses just take it while they turn the screws
(Bring to a boil, add oil, then bomb)
It’s just something that we gotta fight
(How to make everyone feel uncalm)
Keep us distracted with fuel to ignite
(Bring to a boil)

Porno shows, MTV hoes
And on the radio
It’s the same song
That’s just the way it goes
Cultures referral
To democracies girls
Learn the rules of engagement
Sweetheart this is the world

Why do so many sit silent
Numb to the violence
We’re shooting up flares
Does anyone care

They’ve got this world
Locked down, bound and gagged
With botoxed Barbie Dolls in stupid
Magazine ads

It’s just something they know how to do
(How to make everyone feel uncalm)
The masses just take it while they turn the screws
(Bring to a boil, add oil, then bomb)
Embodying all that we know to be wrong
(How to make everyone feel uncalm)
When a war chant becomes the popular song
(It's come to a boil)

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