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Come sit down, your name is on the table
Between the graves and cradles
Before the old and new
Wait your turn and smile for the papers
The sanders and the shapers
Will have their way with you
And shake the hands of masters
While outside, insurrection
The sound can't be mistaken
So pretend like you don't know them
And say you've gone beyond it
You're ready for some peace
And who can argue with that argument
When no one says a thing?

Come kneel down and beg for some redemption
You've finally learned your lesson
That this is how we change
Not here nor there, no patriot or traitor
You've learned to sit for supper
And you're sleeping in your cage
It's politics as normal
It's votes and views and morals
None of which mean nothing
To the people kept in storage
Who wake up in the morning,
Their nights are in your hands
At least the smashers and the crashers
Know exactly where they stand

Hey Mr. Talk Radio, for once we agree
That we can't afford no liberals in times like these
On our feet or on our backs
And they're on their knees
No we van't afford no liberals in times like these

Come lay down, they'll put you underwater
Like clay unto a potter
They'll wash your dirty clean
Let's hear your plan for a natural world order
Free trade across the borders
Gas-efficient war machine
The dead tree needs a trimming
The poisoned earth needs weeding
Your houses are sinking
And the seas, they are rising
It's all so inconvenient
Let's stall it while we can
And so it's business as usual
Give the liberal a hand

Here in the brave new world
Two sides of a grand old flag unfurled
Here in the brave new world

Hey Mr. Hannity, for once we agree
That we can't afford no liberals in times like these
On our feet or on our backs
And they're on their knees
No we can't afford no liberals in times like these
Times like these...

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