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Lyrics
We can feel the tremors in Rwanda,
a script declaring checkmate,
our taxes have all been squandered,
on choosing a civilizations fate,
Down in Chiapas,
a bandana still draped across the face,
up in Alaska,
We forced our wilderness rape
Chorus:
Leave your jackets on, We don't want to feel at home
Leave your T.V. on, we want them to think were not alone
The fear thats mine is mine to give,
in the ghetto where they still battle,
the heroin ain't a crutch, its a splint,
not covering but holding together
Miss America clutches her conscience,
thats not her daughter,
but if she cries hard enough, the doctors told to pull the plug
chorus
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