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i sit alone and watch the door ("pre-emptive strikes!"), like '54 you tap the phone ("this is war!") and i don't like ike but i hate you more. behind my wall you bug the floor ("counterstrikes!"), like '64 you prey and pray that we ignore all the lies you're spreading for god and gold and greed: "tell me what you need 'cause, boy, providence provides" wartime niceties like dividendless civic pride, fat subsidies. the enemy is at the door. he wants your vote in '04, smaller portions for the poor, and bigger bombs to drop for god and gold and greed: "tell me what you need 'cause, boy, the party will provide" hot commodities: puppet regimes, rights (implied), and gasoline.
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