The patient has lost all control
We must save his eternal soul
In his head, we’ll drill a hole
It’s time to trepan this man’s skull

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Release the demons!
Release the demons!
Release the demons!
Release the demons!

This band has lost all control
We will eat all of your souls
In your heads, we’ll drill a hole
We will trepan all your skulls

[chorus]

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Privacy is just a myth
You always have a friend nearby
To listen for whispers of terrorist plots
Look to your computer, don't look to the sky
The omnipresent NSA
Will always listen to what you say
They won't miss a single fucking word
You speak on any given day

[chorus:]
The NSA, the NSA
Come on, Big Brother NSA
Protect us from ourselves today
The NSA is watching
The NSA is watching

They know about your last breakup
I'll bet they can relate
Since they have e-mails dating back
To your fucking first date
They heard you having phone sex
And they couldn't help but scoff
Because you left your webcam on
And they saw you jacking off!

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Land of the free, home of the brave
Men in the trees, mentally enslaved
You think you're free, you think you're safe
But the spies are the men you trust to the grave
They know when you are sleeping
They know when you're awake
They know who you fucking voted for
So vote Bush or go to jail

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Watching you!

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I'm sick and tired of this fucking prejudice today
When people walk around acting like racism's okay
Fuck your government and rules, man, we've fuckin’ had enough
You fail to say a word about how equality is fucked
You just take money from the poor and give it to the rich
I want a nation good enough that I don't have to bitch
Somewhere where equality really means the same
And where news reports and teenage lives don't revolve around fame


We need a new America
(Rise up from the ground!)
We need a new America
(If you want change, gather 'round!)
Grabs your flags and raise them high
(Let's make them hear our minds!)
Protest loudly, speak your voice, and never fall behind

I saw a fucking homeless man walking down the street
Features sunken, jaded eyes, with not a crumb to eat
He asked me for a cigarette, and I gladly obliged
And gave him a few dollars so he could grab a bite
He thanked me and I asked him, "How'd you end up on the street?"
"They laid me off, my wife and kids thought I was a deadbeat
Because I couldn't even buy a little food for them to eat.
I can't get hired anywhere, can't get back on my feet."

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And never fall behind
And never fall behind
Don't you ever fall behind
Never fall behind

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Fighting for your country?
It’s more like fighting for your life
Can we make it to tomorrow?
Or are we gonna die tonight?
We're fighting for a cause that’s unjustified
Blood covers sand as bullets whiz by

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Kill, kill, kill!
Obey my commands!
You’ll be another number
With a gun in your hand
Kill, kill, kill!
By popular demand
By Big Business, you’ll die
With your blood spilled on the sand

All these people saying,
"Man, it ain’t all bad."
Well, if that’s true,
Spend the night in Baghdad
Praying that you’ll make it to the next sunrise
All this shit in the name of our country’s false pride

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This violence doesn’t seem to phase
The people in the states
Blank expressions plastered on
Every fucking face
Big Business would like to thank you for your toil
Your service to your country means more money for oil

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Kill, kill, kill!
Kill, kill, kill!
Kill, kill, kill!
Kill, kill, kill kill kill!

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Remember, remember the fifth of November,
The gunpowder treason and plot,
I see no reason the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, ‘twas his intent
To blow up the King and the Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below,
Bloody old England to overthrow:
By a twist of fate he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah!

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Remember, remember the fifth of November
A judgment was placed on king and country
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta
Remember, remember, remember, remember

A penny loaf to feed the King.
A farthing o' cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down.
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar.
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head.
Then we'll say ol' George is dead.
People shouldn't fear their governments
Governments should fear their people
So find your nearest congressman
And hang him from the tallest steeple
Hip hip hoorah!

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