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by Strung Out
Buy album CD: Suburban Teenage Wasteland Blu
The other day I swear to God
I got a letter in the mail that
Said register with us
Or you're gonna go to jail
You'll be put inside a cage,
Then forced to enlist.
Well I laughed out loud,
Said I won't comply
To be labeled as one of those
To be shipped off
To fight some fucking war.
'Cause war's not about policy
Religion, it's about economy
And I'm not dying
To set your country free!
I'll never bow to your expectations,
I never have I never will
I'm not a puppet, pawn, or figurehead,
I'm a man of my own free will
Our freedoms are slowly surrendered
As they take more than their fill
How much power is ever enough
For the men,
The men on Capitol Hill.
They're cuttin's back on welfare,
IL legalizing harmlessness,
Am I the only one to see
There's something wrong with this
I don't have the answers,
Won't pretend to say I will
But to put my trust in government,
I think I'd rather kill!
Oh mighty word democracy
Spells freedom for you and me
The books have all been written
And the prophets denied
Little by little watch this state begin to fall
As we awaken from this dream
And find ourselves nailed to the wall
You were burnin' bright
The day the country died,
In all your glory in all your Pride.
Light the way torch of Liberty,
Light the sky for the whole world to see,
In all your glory in all your pride.
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