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I live knowing that we're slaves to be soldAnd my paranoia is a joke, so I'm toldAnd where's the new Jesus? Well, he's off praising the LordThe Yankee clinches the commie with his tight umbilical cordAnd they train you to never, ever grow oldSo wake up and uncuff your handsNow wake up, your future has been plannedTo play God you must round up your lambsNow wake up and uncuff your handsWake upAll those people will grow gold in their gutPatronizing weasels they don't like themselves that muchAnd this can't last forever 'cause it's killing us allI lost an angel while I was digging in her dustAnd they train you to never, ever grow oldSo wake up and uncuff your handsNow wake up, your future has been plannedTo play God you must round up your lambsNow wake up and uncuff your handsWake up, wake up, wake up, wake upSongtexteAnd they train you to never, ever grow oldSo wake up and uncuff your handsNow wake up, your future has been plannedTo play God you must round up your lambsNow wake up and uncuff your handsWake up, wake up, wake up, wake upWake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Aus Songtexte Mania