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Introduction
01:14
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The Great Satan
01:53
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Democracy only lives in a book
It’s worth as much as the oath that the President took
And when you’re cursed with a golden resource
We’re gonna take it by force
Democracy only sits in the window
Of the house where they moderate sin
Showtunes culminate into a din
And the house always wins
The Great Satan, it buys desperation and greed
The same sides of the coin that’ll pay for the deed
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Mission Accomplished
02:27
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“Mission accomplished”
Falls on the dead ears of one million corpses
As the pinball of war shoots across the Levant
Any hope of a liberal society
Starved, infected, and bombed back centuries
For the oil that fills up the planes of the business and wanderlust class
Flying over Iraq
Where the hospital floors get cleaned with the rest of the gas
They’re reusing syringes
Overwhelming the morgue
And the same politicians
Just repackage the war
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Every game has a pound of your skin
Every game you insert yourself in
I believe in original sin
Do you believe in original sin?
Busy signal at the embassy
The Peanut Farmer’s a dunce on TV
Oh Saddam, how your valley was green
Fool me once, shame on you
A quarter century after the coup
When your diplomacy is coddling tyrants
Sometimes your own people soak up the violence
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Cycles of Pain
02:19
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So analytic, aligned with the center
A real hard-on for being pragmatic
So when they sign a new Patriot Act
I’m sure your thoughts will get lost in the static
I know a kid with daddy problems
Who turned himself into a national martyr
His old man was an Eagle Scout
Who came of age under President Carter
We’re all born into different prisons
Different cycles of pain
We’re all owned by the type of people that we don’t know
By the people we hate
So analytic, aligned with the center
A real hard-on for being pragmatic
So if a stealth bomber snuffed out your family
Kalashnikovs might not seem so dramatic
You got a kid with daddy problems
Who turned himself into a national martyr
I guess politics are always personal
You just have to extrapolate farther
We’re all born into different prisons
Different cycles of pain
We’re all owned by the type of people that we don’t know
By the people we hate
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Two Gods
01:57
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Vengeance or justice
The hand forced in the glove
A strict observance
Of push coming to shove
It’s real estate; Apaches fly faster than a dove
Another manifest destiny
A kind on which our two gods finally agree
But you’re the 20th century
A time to exploit your own tragedy
Eliminate the native through a brand new Trail of Tears
To last a hundred years
Ground forces circling the mosque
Pandora’s thrown away the box
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The Sacred Concept
03:08
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All dreams of sovereignty are dead
Two shots in the chest, two shots in the head
All men are born with certain rights
The sacred concept that may well eclipse your life
A case for war so overplayed
It’s Christmas music
No one’s phased
Another Stop Work Order canned the latest nation-building plan
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