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I stick tape in the holes in my shoesI stick my tongue in the holes in my teethI stick expletives in the holes in my thought process when I speakMy friends stick to their gunsthey got a bunch in the woods of vermont 'till the end times comebut saturn, says he's gonna learn to liveas if the world wasn't gonna end and i admire his strengthtoday i'm gonna do my bestto drink coffee in the morning and live as ifi didn't feel lonely and hopeless and helplessto save myself for the world where i liveand tonight, when i dream it will bethat the junkies spent all the drug money oncommunity gardens and collective housingand the punk kids who moved in the ghettohave started meeting their neighbors besides the angry oneswith the yards, that their friends and their dogs have been puking and shitting onand the anarchists have startedfilling potholes, collecting garbageto prove we don't need governments to do these thingsand i'll wake up, burning time's square as we sing"Throw your hands in the air 'cause property is robbery!" Aus Songtexte Mania