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It's the same old story, morning glory
Ground-up coffee and a pony
Aviators hit the wall
In wars that has been mostly phony
A God gets bored and I get lonely
And I might just be the only
One that wishes for a fall

And while stores are robbed and tires burning
An entire people's learning
That their idols have gone mad
When calls for freedom are concerning
Crime and destitute are surging
While a Government is purging
Anyone who has been sad

Do you really want to let this happen
Are you really gonna let this slide
In the end it doesn't really matter
Some say their truth must be the only one and it goes like so

You should by happy, you should be smiling and glad
When the big guy comes to get you too bad
So are the rules, the rules for thee not for me
And that's only just the tip of the key
Make them start a fight
In the bright spot light
To get them nice and weak
And the crown and the land and people they are yours to keep

And when ankles break and lips are busted
By the people that we trust
Society's becoming strange
While everyone is readjusted
Politicians are corrupted
And the daily peace disrupted
This the dawn of the new age

And at this point you should ask yourself
What is best for your own health
Stop abuse of all state power
Or helping liars guard their wealth
Take your rifle from your shelf
Make them all explain themselves
Take them off of their high tower

Do you really want to let this happen
Are you really gonna let this slide
In the end it doesn't really matter
Some say their truth must be the only one and it goes like so

You should by happy, you should be smiling and glad
When the big guy comes to get you too bad
So are the rules, the rules for thee not for me
And that's only just the tip of the key
Make them start a fight
In the bright spot light
To get them nice and weak
And the crown and the land and people they are yours to keep

You should by happy, you should be smiling and glad
When the big guy comes to get you too bad
So are the rules, the rules for thee not for me
And that's only just the tip of the key
Make them start a fight
In the bright spot light
To get them nice and weak
And the crown and the land and people they are yours to keep

You should be happy