| So, you don’t like it when we talk the truth
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| You don’t like it when we wake up the youth
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| So you want us to keep it quiet
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| 'Cause you wanna keep treating them like fools
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| Using them like tools
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| But let me tell you
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| We won’t abandon our souls, no (selling?) for your down appearance
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| 'Cause more than money we’re seeking for wisdom
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| Trying, trying to bound freedom
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| Hey, there is no insanity nursing in our bosom
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| Still you wanna treat us like hot-dogs
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| You’re lying, you’re cheating, you’re killing
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| But we’re still standing, shouting, protesting, resisting
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| Fighting for our yearnings
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| Tools and fire we are spitting
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| While your lies and propaganda keep spreading
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| Our mothers are crying in (?) because your police and your son just keep killing
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| Mothers always crying and you never seem to hear them
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| You say there is peace while the bombings go (?)
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| You say there is welfare while my people keep starving
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| You say there is love when there is only hatred growing
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| But let me tell you, all:
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| We won’t sell nor abandon our souls for your dog bills
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| Here we are standing to speak the truth, wake the youth and make them resist
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| through (?)
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| 'Cause you’ve been lying to them much too long
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| And now you keep spreading your lies and propanganda while you’re talking for
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| the truth, while you’re shouting for the truth
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| How are you treating us now?
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| This is the way you are keeping us under under under some human bondage all
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| along the time
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| And you know we won’t take it no more
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| 'Cause today we are Sunday
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| You could send them, tell them
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| Still, we’re gonna resist
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| And I know you don’t like it when we talk the truth
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| I know you don’t like it when we’re trying to wake up the youth
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| You say there is peace when blood keeps flowing
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| You say there it’s welfare while people stop starving
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| You say there is love when hatred keeps growing
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| You say it’s a killer when fire keeps burning
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| Now, tell me Mr. President, how do you sleep at night?
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| Yes, tell me Mr. President, how do you sleep at night?
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| You don’t like it when I tell the truth
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| You don’t like it when I wake up the youth |