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St. America
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Deca
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America The truly inhospitable eerie environment A beacon of bigotry to those who stare at her two-faced hypocrisy Much money (Money), money (Money, money) The land of products and profits M— M— Money in circulation D— D— Designed for the very wealthy Boy, do we have plenty of 'em No such thing as happenstance Just ma**ive scams and master plans To stockpile stacks wrapped in elastic bands And keep the furnace flames fueled with the fat of lambs The stage is set so you can stomp feet and clap your hands In defiance of our overseer's aims And the parasites tryin' to find a host to sink their fangs Where the underhanded flourish and lotus eaters reign The music's like coolant for the overheated brain You can count on it, it's yin and yang here Seth and Cain and jinn exploitin' globally for gain 'til the rain clears The air's gettin' thin, where was I again? On a strange transcendental plane carried by the wind What immortal hand painted lines on Bengal tiger skin Or made the flowers grow while death played the violin My old stompin' grounds aren't the same environment Except for in the mental landscape of places where I've been Back and forth, through space and time playin' pa** the torch To arrive back at the source and take the dive again Make the rounds, see the sights, seekin' light Not that false Edison rebel angel variety On stable ground sleepin' through the night While pigs smokin' space dust usher in their future for society Long before the global python stranglehold I saw the writing on the walls like an ancient code Manufactured world views to replace the old And new generations of pliant minds to shape and mold Tryin' times, same old tools and tricks Tryin' to find a space beyond state control to exist I pledge no allegiance to the leeches and the ticks Or to their lord's legions in the season of the witch Furthermore, I'm tryin' to fry the circuit board of Skynet Like David's slingshot vers' Goliath's flexed bicep A dreamer in the planet's discordant dream But what are sticks and stones to a war machine? Products and profits Whenever you ascribe conscious intent in pursuit of self interest at the top Money in circulation You will hear someone say, "Well, what are you, a conspiracy theorist?" You can say farmers or auto workers are organizing But if you say the people who own most of America organize to get what they want You hear people saying (Ahh!) These are all a matter of public record MK Ultra Operation Phoenix Tuskegee Fred Hampton Total Information Awareness Program Iran Contra Robert Kennedy Air America Cointelpro John Kennedy Martin Luther King and Malcom X Yes, America Something is very wrong Covert action, clandestine operations Keep ya doin' things so ya won't have time to think Programmed suckers with brains that have controls on 'em Now take a little breath, let it out, and relax We must learn to delegate I'm relaxed now Dreams for sale (For sale) Dreams for sale
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