Credit to SuicideByCop
Intro:
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Verse:
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I say I've got nothing to live for like
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there's someone who does
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I say I feel so betrayed like there's
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someone that's safe to trust
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And I'm not for inaction, but I am for despair.
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May this resignation lead us to battle
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against forces we know will destroy us
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before they really know we're there.
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I'm fighting for something between apocalypse and liberation.
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I'm struggling for something between apathy and desperation.
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And just because I'm an anarchist doesn't mean that I won't burn a black flag
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while you're wishing for utopia, I just hope the cops don't search my paper bag.
Chorus:
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Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
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Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
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You look out over the on-ramp and
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all you can do is sigh.
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I can see that the interstate and the litter
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make you wanna die.
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But the way that the morning sun hits the gasoline rising over concrete;
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well it just seems so beautiful to me. Yeah!
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You're fighting for a globe covered again in fields and forests.
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I'm thinking of a world without bricks and it just seems so boring.
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But keep your thumb out and we'll make Burlington by 7:30.
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You wish the world was clean but I'm in love with the way it's dirty.
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Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
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Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
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He listens to a traffic report
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about the jam on the way to the city.
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And it's only a couple of exits
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but it seems like a million miles to Philly.
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But I know that we'll make it
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to the punk house somehow.
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And I know when we walk in the door
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it will be about
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who can talk feminism the best to get into girls pants,
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and who can quote Emma Goldman the most without having to dance.
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And singing those stupid protest songs.
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He says that music can change the world, but with lyrics like that, I'm so glad hes wrong.
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Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
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Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
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