Lyrics
Rip them down
Hold me up
Tell them that
I'm your gun
Pull my trigger
I am bigger than-
Mr. Prez in his big White House
Listen he says we're comin' out
Infiltration-we're numbin' your minds
Concentration-we've done time
Over there the Queen she says
Let's stamp them out and dry
those tears
Saturation-we want in taxes
Flagelation-we've got gashes
In the cold, the czars claimin'
Just protectin', rockets aimin'
Alteration-the word is changin'
Observation-we want action
I the Emperor proclaim
Us the masters we rule the game
Inclination-somethin' to dream on
Deprivation-we are sons
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