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SINGER: Bombs Over Providence
SONG:May Cruise Missle Diplomacy Make Us Truthful, Good, & Mild
Damned by the wars we wage to a similar fate of the states we imitate: forgotten faster than rome's walls came tumbling down. administering "shock and awe" with tsunami bombs never did stand a chance, when i was floored at once by the one-two punch of benevolent terror. this is what i meant by "dying". this is why i'm terrified of trying. ifwejust play dead, they promise they'll stop when we've had enough. but somebody's gotta tech the world about texas- sized justice. don't mistake this regret for weakened hearts. we're watching how it works and we're taking notes. what students we've become don't mistake this regret for weakened hearts. our repertoire of chaos and playing dumb. don't think that we never saw you displace your mistakes at home. buckle in, hold tight, listen up and go pre-empt yourself, sir. one more tune for the peace parade with threadbare banners that we made. but if wewant to take their ear... (change the speech we use) cut it off, hold it near. and scream... into darkened streets we pour, so easy to ignore we speak in kind to blood, bombs and bottom lines. and that's just fine, because we've got the time. we're sharpening our tongues now. we hang, and we fall. singing last words under breath, but... we hang, and we fall. and the rope they used came right from us. where's nero with his violin now? i know to run but i can't explain how. i've been looking for a way out of this one; truthful, good and mild. won't say where i went wrong. i am the least of any evil you will fight. won't say when we've had enough. won't beg when you silence us. our words will become firebombs. as you wage your wars, i swear that's how we will fight ours.
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