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((___)) ((___))
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[ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ]
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\ / presents... \ /
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(` ') (` ')
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(U) (U)
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AGNOSTIC FRONT
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Liberty & Justice For...
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Compliments of Racer X
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>>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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Music & lyrics by AGNOSTIC FRONT except 'Crucified' by IRON CROSS
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Songs (c) 1987 Bomber Zee, Inc. except 'Crucified' (c) 1981 Iron Cross
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LIBERTY & JUSTICE
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Anger as sharp as the broken glass
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Burning cars and tear gas
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Every race riot--is the last one
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A dying culture's final gasp
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Every decade--yet no one learns
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And it's always their own homes they burn
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Crushed by a quorum-driven-state machine
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A nation's will, cannot be turned
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Memories lost in a nation's sleep
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In the dreams of contented sheep
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Can we ever hope to find solutions
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When our country has sold the Constitution
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All too wrong to be right
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The answer's there, we just lack the sight
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Race wars fed by prejudice and fright
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The love of a nation for its people
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burned through the night
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Monochrome blood sport--we never tire
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So many things feed the fires
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To repeat History--a world conspires
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So many years have fed the desires
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CRUCIAL MOMENT
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So many people will come and go
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Past their time before they know
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Swear they were there from the start
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Never had it in their hearts
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Things you do--come back to you
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Things you've said--echo on inside your head
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Figureheads come cheap these days
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No one listens to what they say
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In their faces I see the fear
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A crucial moment drawing near
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You pay the price--take bad advice
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What they said--echoes on in your head
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STRENGTH
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Day after day
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See a world grow cold and grey
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Did you see it today
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Youth that rage while their idols age
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Need some new start
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See ideals for what they really are
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What does it take?
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Eyes for the blind
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What does it take?
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Strength of the mind
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That's what it has to be
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To cast everything aside for me
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It takes sacrifice
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To find the heart and set it free
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You better find the drive
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While you're young and still alive
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No one hands you the truth
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No one can say what's right for you
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Don't wait for the call
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Strength above all
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Don't just wait in vain
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For everything to change
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Don't wait for the call
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Strength above all
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GENESIS
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The birth of man was the birth of Hell
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The wrathful flames dance around my head
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Falling figures, burning dead
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A well once filled with flowing water
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Now an endless tunnel of hate and squalor
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Covered, once, with locks of hair
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All burned off, to leave me bare
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A hand that once reached out to feel
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Now gropes about for something real
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I try to hold onto what I've found
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But the heat of the touch melts all to the ground
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Pulling back, Inside my head
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I watch for hours, the listless dead
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From my hear flows the tears
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Giving no life to that which is seared
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I wait for the day when only ashes appear
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Nothing gained--and no more fear
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And once again I will be pure
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ANTHEM
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Changes that were hardly noticed
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Until time itself became a chain
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Once hot blood began to cool
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My ever slowing heart--beat in vain
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From the nightmare I wake in another dream
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And stare at an unbroken sky
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Try to distill a cure for the plague
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That's put to rest everything--I once felt inside
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To never again be bound by United Blood
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A sense of purpose lost forever more
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Is this the way I'll die? No!
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I'll find the sense of honor--that I held once before
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The Blood--The Honor--The Truth
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Thought it would never end
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The Blood--The Honor--The Truth
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Can be part of our lives again
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ANOTHER SIDE
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Awash on the tides of city rain
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I flow through the streets and into the drains
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Numbed by the gaze of uncaring faces
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Try to offer my truth--but they drift away
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Until the streets and myself have no name
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No longer human--no longer the same
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Lost all hope--lose all dreams--No more pain
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Awake--I choke on human steam
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And the stench of animal fear
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Tonight I'm going to light a match
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And let the sewer burn--until my soul is clear
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Each night a thousand hearts are wasted
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On those who don't care if they live or die
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Each day I wade through vacant stares and wonder
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Are they looking for the same things as I
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I see the people turn away
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And still hear every word they say
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Hope someday I'll have the nerve
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To put a bullet through my brain
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And not a needle in my vein
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HAPPENED YESTERDAY
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You--You raised your fist
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You were some real Anarchist
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Made a lot of promises to your friends
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You'd never let it end
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Now--You just sit and stare like old men
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Now--You talk about how it was then
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Now it's a few years later
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Your scene isn't looking so good
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Everything you had, the lives you led
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Dead or misunderstood
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So--You'll rise from the dead
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You'll show everyone
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But you're running, running scared
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From ghosts of the past
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You can't run too fast
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No--You'll never get back what you had
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No--Well...that's just too bad
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Gone--Where did it go, it happened yesterday
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No--Where did it go, it happened yesterday
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LOST
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Yahweh promised a conquered land,
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Domination over life--man against man
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Mother Earth came to conflict with patriarchal powers
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And eyes lit up with hierarchy fed desires
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The spirit within--quickly became lost
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In search of glory and power the rules of war were taught
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The dogs, run wild, parting souls from lives
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Bombs fragment, the Earth, leaving wounds in her side
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The roots of perversion--so deeply planted
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Man has become evil--peace and freedom tainted
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Leaders ask their people to dig their graves deeper
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No spirit of their own--they took heed of their keepers
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Man finds himself trapped in aggression
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He knows no other life but that of oppression
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HYPOCRISY
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So you hate your Mom, you hate your Dad
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You hate "The State" because it's bad
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But look at you, how do you rate?
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You're just as bad as those you hate
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You're telling me--you keep telling lies
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But deep down inside--You're not true to your mind
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All fucked up, king of the show
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Flail at your friends, you don't know
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Fight before and afterward
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But it don't do you any good
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So live your life in ignorance
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Close your mind, your defiant stance
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Isolate and isolate
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Until you're gone and it's too late
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To wake up and live
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You're just a victim of your fate
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CRUCIFIED
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They ask why do we dress this way
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Live for now--Don't understand today
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See the kids--But don't hear what they say
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Close your eyes and look the other way
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Say the end justifies the means
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Gonna lock us up and throw away the keys
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Crucified--Crucified for your sins
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Crucified--Crucified for your sins
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They don't know our feelings--only desperate cries
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They see reflections through distorted eyes
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We don't care because it breaks their views
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Got to learn to fight to live
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Before they grind us under heel
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We're the targets so easy to find
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And we're the ones that won't stay in line
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I find myself nailed to a cross
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For something that I didn't do
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It's your fault you've ruined our lives
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And we're the ones you crucify
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You're the ones who commit the crimes
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But it's always us who do the time
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===============================================================================
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(c)1988 cDc communications by Racer X 8/1/88-65
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All Rights Worth Not Very Much At All, And Regrettably So
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