| Pull out your dead roots, pull out your best suit
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| It’s time to inspect the subjects
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| Lose your intentions, lose your common sense
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| It’s time to groom you for judgment
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| Stick to a numb stare, strip to your underwear
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| It’s time for you to be cleansed
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| Keep your eyes straight for Christ’s sake
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| Remember we’re your friends
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| Good luck getting over the fence
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| Good luck putting even a dent in
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| The mission, the plan
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| Just breathe, you don’t need to understand
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| Can you hear me? |
| The siren’s on
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| Let the water run, leave the lights on
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| An ear for baby if you need it
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| Can you hear me? |
| I’ll repeat it
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| Draw the bridges, dig the ditches deep
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| We’re gonna need a new border
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| Get thyself in line, it’s time for reassignment
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| Time for a new first world order
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| We got a job to do, we don’t ask, we tell you
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| Work is freedom, sloth is sin
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| So pull out your dead roots, pull out your best suit
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| You know, the one they’re gonna bury you in
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| Good luck getting God on the phone
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| Good luck getting even a tone
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| You can trust me, it’s not a test
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| I won’t leave you with the mess, any questions?
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| Can you hear me? |
| The siren’s on
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| Let the water run, leave the lights on
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| An ear for baby if you need it
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| Can you hear me? |
| I’ll repeat it
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| Good luck getting over the fence
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| Good luck putting even a dent in
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| The mission, the dream
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| The body, the blood, the machine
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| Can you hear me? |
| The siren’s on
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| Let the water run, leave the lights on
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| An ear for baby if you need it
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| Can you hear me? |
| I’ll repeat it |