Come
On Out And Pay
Like the latest fashion
Like a spreading disease
The kid is smirkin' on his way to the war-room
Buying weapons with the greatest of ease
The gang stakes their tax cut rational
And if they catch us slippin' then it's all over pal
If their right-wing crap and the Demos don't mix
They're gonna bash 'em up
'Hey - man you talkin' back to me?'
'Take 'em out'
You gotta keep 'em separated
'Hey - man you disrespecting me?'
'Take 'em out'
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey they don't pay no mind
If you're rich like Bush, you won't be doing any time
They just want their way
By the time you hear the siren
It's already too late
Country in the morgue and they escape jail
We all get wasted and Bush's a waste
It goes down the same as his father before
No one's getting smarter
No one's learning the score
You never end their spree of death and violence and hate
They're gonna rob you of hope
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