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your life on hold
Do not believe all this shit!

We have always held the power
Now it's time to seize it back
Just a matter of being fearless
restless mind, 

Oh, no
and love and lunacy are intertwined, 
I Know
So I reject your love for me and all that it entails

Cos I am menaced by
by one
Trying to stand
But the game’s just begun

From the first one in line
To the last in no time
And it seems there’s no way to reject
The domino
Shattered dreams of you & I 
Awaken consumed by tortured lies,
Growing throughout eternity,
The love that died is eating at me
Choice made
believe in politically correct
You wanna a piece better have a set
A rifle and a four wheel drive is all i need
Small mouth bass on the end of a hook
ain't your home
We've been taught to say our name, Afro-American, all the same
Not fully American but gettin' there very slowly
'cause to fully be
his place inside the good book
The words he believes and lives by

He's gonna make mistakes like anyone
But he's gonna make it right 'fore the day
of make-believe
Evangeline

I still remember
This little girl
Black eyes just staring
At this mean old world
Went off to find
Some American dream
Train
believe, Evangeline 

I can still remember this little girl 
Black eyes just staring 
At this big old world 
Ran off to find some American dream 
Train
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie

Living now here but for fortune
Placed by fate's mysterious schemes
Who'd believe that we're the ones asked
To try
sex"
I couldn't believe when he said,
"I've got news for you
(All these) American boys do too"

(American boys do too)
(American boys do too)
Living now, here but for fortune
Placed by fate's mysterious schemes
Who'd believe that we're the ones asked
To try to rekindle the patriot's dream
I can't reject this empty hole.
I cannot count this bloody cost.
I can't believe this wretched soul.
Come Penetrate all this loss.

Come
everywhere

Atrocity starts now
The weapons parade
A nation in turmoil
Reflected by hate

Believe
Believe in the fight
Believe
Believe in the right
I can't reject this empty hole
I cannot count the bloody cost
I can't believe this wretched soul
Come penetrate all this loss
Come on and kill
of fool
It's an illusion
Here and gone in a day
Not what it seems this American dream
Just drifting away
It's an illusion
After all that we've seem
died for you and me?
Made the sacrifice so that we could all be free
I believe we will answer each to Heaven
For the way we spend a priceless liberty
and they are gone and they've flown away

Where are all the cyclos
With their drivers pedaling grace?
Crowded out by motorbike, confined to lesser space
In
In the American people
Is it mental illness
Or simply mass confusion?

You can't judge a man
By the color of his skin
You can't judge a man
By
of my mind
Won't submit to my suicide

Ignorance breeds ignorance
Amidst all the pain 
Anger guilt and shame
Violence seems the american dream
It's
reject
By giving yourself some self-respect
Don't believe what you're told is true
Find out for yourself 'cause there's only you
Take to pieces your inbred
Drinkin' beer for breakfast makes the whole day painless,
Or getting shit from my friends who shall remain nameless.
Can't be led around by other
Don't really seem to fit you all that well
And anyway, all I need to believe in now is you

Hey Mary, can you feel it?
All the easy eyes upon you as you
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie

Living now here but for fortune
Placed by fate's mysterious schemes
Who'd believe that we're the ones asked
To try
wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go 

My job is to help destroy
What's left of your imagination
By feeding you endless doses