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I guess you followed me here, i can't say that i object
Phone book thrown on the floor after years of neglect
I'm just wishing for rain to wash out all these insects
It won't come, I'm insane to waste time on such concepts

Politics, pigs and shit
There are no heroes on either side
Fold now, cash in your chips
The dealer is tongue tied and weary eyed

Fog circles in the mind
And you do not mean to hurt these
Ideas flowing like gold in a river of sewage
Take from me

Walk all over my pride with the souls of your
Dirty heathen feet
Pray for a cleansing shower but this country is a dust bowl
Take from me

Celebrities bugs in a jar
Oh, there are no heroes on either side
Bomb churches and hospitals
Shoot up your school or commit suicide

Pop bombs are effective
If you just lure them to potential threats
Like moths to an open flame
Ignite like matches for your cigarette

Subversive centrifuge testing out all of our morals
Like mid day news
Muslim haters all in a row saying that they are the holy ones
To take it from them