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I've got a friend who I hardly see And one night she calls me She says I'm in your old city can you tell me where's the dope spot? I said I don't really know and if I did I wouldn't tell you You can screw yourself up, you don't need me to help you Besides the only dope worth shooting lives in the District of Columbia She told me to shut the fuck up. At school they taught me how to sit at a desk And the TV set taught me who to respect And the movies said it would be sexy to die in a car wreck And the news said panic! Everything's fine! And they push you through their education mills, Make your mind soft enough just to bend to their wills. If it bends a little different they stuff you full of pills. Now you wonder why you're so fucked up. You say peace is patriotic but I don't understand. Are you and me living on the piece of land? Do you remember when the democrats ran with the klan? Do you remember when the NAFTA wall went up? And we'll shoot at you for crossing the border You should just be happy with your maquiladoras. Even though a third of this country used to be yours. Make shoes for us, and shut the fuck up. Songtexte An election came and an election went And I paid my dues then the union spent Every last cent on some democrat shit And it's been eight years since the minimum wage went up. And I work five days and then recover for two. And every two weeks I pay the government my dues. They spend it on a war that I didn't choose. This system is so fucked up. Aus Songtexte Mania