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culture killed my dog)
And I don't think it's fair (I don't think it's fair)
And his suicide can be justified
By the taste makers, how they cried
Vulture culture is here to stay
Piece by piece they go insane
Where the poison hits the brain
No one hears a word you say
Vulture culture is here
or you lose it
Vulture culture
Choose it or refuse it
Hollywood is waiting striking up the band
Everyone on Wall Street shakes you by the hand
Such
or you lose it
Vulture culture
Choose it or refuse it
Hollywood is waiting striking up the band
Everyone on Wall Street shakes you by the hand
Such
by the tongue
Move by force, yet to come

Killing the culture
(Killing the culture)
Killing the culture
(Killing the culture)
Creatin' culture
I and I and I 
By the power of Jah-I 
We shall overcome 
One fine day 

Chatty chatty mouth 
Be wise and know your culture 
(Know your culture
culture
(And the words of truth go by)
War child
Baby we lived hard
Finally know
How strong we are
Oh, yeah
Dying leaders
You can stay at home
Our new
I and I and I 
By the power of Jah-I 
We shall overcome 
One fine day 

Chatty chatty mouth 
Be wise and know your culture 
(Know your culture
the only ones here who want equality? 
Are we the only ones here won't judge you by your skin? 
Are we the only ones here who know together we can win?
up,
What will I tell my grandson's grandsons?

I could weave a fairy tale,
On a great bible-thumping scale.
When he stands empy hands,
On his empty
I've seen it all
I have seen the trees
I have seen the willow leaves dancing in the breeze

I've seen a man killed by his best friend
And lives
I've seen it all
I have seen the trees
I have seen the willow leaves
Dancing in the breeze

I've seen a man killed
By his best friend,
seafarer
Grandson fo a schooner man
Catherine is a sailmaker's daughter
Today he's gonna take her hand

Calm waters
Wish them well
His ship's come in
by the riverside
Cast their shadows Grey as stone
And the cool October days replacing
Much warmer thoughts of home
I can still see grandma sittin'
a couple of friends here

Trained by the CIA Special agents here
To blow you the hell away!
GWAR, your the worst, I'll put an end to you
Your even
I want out
I want a mutually assured 
destructive life seizing separate culture

To take me over
Moving silent like radar
Take me over and blow
There's a diner out on route three twenty two
Western pennsylvania

I spent my life there one afternoon
I can't get that stretch of road
Out
his father. And She promised there would be better days to come.

And he sat by the radio and cried angry tears one gray December day, when he hear that
a mess of eyeliner and spray paint 
D.I.Y. destruction on chanel chic 
Deny your culture of consumption 
This is a culture of destruction 

Don't want
I've seen it all
I have seen the trees
I have seen the willow leaves dancing in the breeze

I've seen a man killed by his best friend
And lives
refuse to partake 
I refuse to partake
Into man's craving for luxury

A desire fueled
By the flames of greed.
In this world, nether culture is
of the house, never even boarded a train
I married a guy, was livin' high
I didn't want him to know her
She had a grandson, two years old
I never even showed her
of the house, never even boarded a train
I married a guy, was livin' high
I didn't want him to know her
She had a grandson, two years old
I never even showed her
of the house, never even boarded a train
I married a guy, was livin' high
I didn't want him to know her
She had a grandson, two years old
I never even showed her
up proud no more
Here in the heart of Europe
Our culture is a dying whore

No room for individuality
Grey masses who think one way only
Move like