| See the world through your own Hoffman Lens
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| With a whimper not a bang is how our operation ends
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| Speak your mind 'cause I guess its still your right
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| But no one’s going to hear you, you don’t own the rotton pipes
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| By the stroke of eight o’clock tomorrow morning
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| We’ll all be living in a new third world
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| They wear a suit and a tie, but they’re not your kind
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| They Live, They Live, They Live
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| Listless drones with no back bones at all
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| Fat and slack jawed we all go, they led us straight to the fall
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| They kept us numb and they kept us simple fools
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| He who has all of the gold gets to make all of the rules
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| By the stroke of eight o’clock tomorrow morning
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| We’ll all be living in a new third world
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| They wear a suit and a tie, but they’re not your kind
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| They Live, They Live, They Live
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| You should expect it, we sell out every day
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| The bottom line starts bottoming out
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| In a different light, you’ll see they’re not your kind
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| They Live, They Live They Live
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| See the world through your own Hoffman Lens
|
| By the stroke of eight o’clock tomorrow morning
|
| We’ll all be living in a new third world
|
| They wear a suit and a tie, but they’re not your kind
|
| They Live, They Live, They Live
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| You should expect it, we sell out every day
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| The bottom line starts bottoming out
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| In a different light, you’ll see they’re not your kind
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| They Live, They Live They Live |