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Son of a mother
Son of a father
You can look inside you
You can look inside me
Come on and search!
Search deep inside
You can put it together
You can pull it apart
You relapse unconscious
You don't remember
You don't remember
You don't remember!
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When you're revealing
I get that feeling
Of a blind man in bed
Couldn't hear what I said
No way
When you're revealing
I get that feeling
Of a monk in a church
A big empty church
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Culture moves the hands
Of the man yet scanned
Whose judgment?
The matter was life
Who got the hand shake?
The ruins of a culture still maimed
Remember the camps before you were born
The mourn of the families
Culture moves the hands
Of the man yet scanned
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I believe when they found the body of General George A. Custer
Quilled like a porcupine with Indian arrows
He didn't die with any honor, any dignity, or any valor.
I believe when they found George A. Custer
An American general, patriot, and Indian-fighter
He died with shit in his pants!
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A hundred thousand years ago before legends were ever told
Homo Sapiens stood erect, mind empty and mind fresh.
Created love and hate.
Then God and Anti-God.
Human slaughtered
Human slaughtered
Human slaughtered
Human
First with stone
Then with metal
Now with heat.
It was all for power.
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There's a hanging in Turkey
Two necks in a noose
One's a rightist
The other's a leftist
What the fuck?
Fanatics
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Against
The flux
Play the field
Push the wheel
Horizontal
Silently
Talkin'
Being boxed in
By friends
Friends
Friends of friends
And so on
Fruitless triumph
Newton's search
Only proves that flesh and muscle
Are being pulled off our bones
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