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On With The Song
This isn't for the ones who blindly follow
Jingoistic bumper stickers telling you
To love it or leave it, and you'd better love Jesus
And get out of the way of the red, white and blue
This isn't for the ones who buy their six packs
At the 7-Eleven where the clerk makes change
Whose accent makes clear he sure ain't from here
They call him a camel jockey instead of his name
No this is for the ones who stand their ground
When the lines in the sand get deeper
When the whole world seems to be upside down
And the shots being taken get cheaper
This isn't for the ones who would gladly swallow
Everything their leader would have them know
Bowing and kissing, while the truth goes missing
Bring it on the crows, putting on his big show
This isn't for the man who can't count the bodies
Can't comfort the families, can't say when he's wrong
Claiming I'm the decider, like some sort of messiah
While another day passes and a hundred souls gone
This is for the ones that I see above me
Three little stars in a great big sky
Light for the world and hope for the weary
They try
This isn't for the ones with their radio signal
Calling for bonfires and boycotts they rave
Exhorting their listeners to spit on the sinners
While counting the bucks of advertising they'll save
This isn't for you and you know who you are
So do what you want 'cuz I know that you can
But I've got to be true to myself and to you
So on with the song, I don't give a damn
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So on with the song, I don't give a damn
But I've got to be true to myself and to you
So do what you want 'cuz I know that you can
This isn't for you and you know who you are
While counting the bucks of advertising they'll save
Exhorting their listeners to spit on the sinners
Calling for bonfires and boycotts they rave
This isn't for the ones with their radio signal
They try
Light for the world and hope for the weary
Three little stars in a great big sky
This is for the ones that I see above me
While another day passes and a hundred souls gone
Claiming I'm the decider, like some sort of messiah
Can't comfort the families, can't say when he's wrong
This isn't for the man who can't count the bodies
Bring it on the crows, putting on his big show
Bowing and kissing, while the truth goes missing
Everything their leader would have them know
This isn't for the ones who would gladly swallow
And the shots being taken get cheaper
When the whole world seems to be upside down
When the lines in the sand get deeper
No this is for the ones who stand their ground
They call him a camel jockey instead of his name
Whose accent makes clear he sure ain't from here
At the 7-Eleven where the clerk makes change
This isn't for the ones who buy their six packs
And get out of the way of the red, white and blue
To love it or leave it, and you'd better love Jesus
Jingoistic bumper stickers telling you
This isn't for the ones who blindly follow
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