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| There's a disturbance on the oceanside They tapped into the reserve The static response is so unclear now Mayday, this is not a test! As the neighborhood burns, America is falling Vigilantes warning you Calling Christian and Gloria FUCK! Billboard on the rise in the dawn's landscape Working your insanity Tragic a'la madness and concrete Coca-Cola execution Conscience on a cross and Your hearts in a vice Squeezing out your state of mind Are what you own that you cannot buy What a fucking tragedy!, strategy! Screaming at you! Gloria, viva la Gloria Send me your amnesty down To the broken hearted Bring us the season That we always will remember Don’t let the bonfires go out. My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out Suicide commando that your momma talked about King of the forty thieves And I'm here to represent That needle in the vein of the establishment. And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me. Better homes and safety-sealed communities Did you remember to pay the utility? Caution: police line You better not cross Is the cop or am I The one that's really dangerous? Sanitation, expiration date Question everything? Or shut up and be a victim of authority.

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