broken bones
sometimes i stare at the night sky, see them stars a billion light years away, and it makes me feel small like a bug on a wall, who gives a shit anyway?, who gives a shit anyway?, when world war ii was over, though the slate was never wiped clean, we could have picked over them broken bones, we could have been free, but we chose to adhere to abundance, we chose the american dream, and ooo, mistress liberty -, how we abandoned thee, how, we abandoned thee, and oh, mistress liberty, how we abandoned thee, could've been born in shreveport, or he could've born in tehran, it don't much matter wherever you're born, little babies mean us no harm, they have to be taught to despise us, to bulldoze our homes to the ground, to belief their fight is for liberty, to believe their god will keep them safe and sound, safe and sound, safe and sound, we cannot turn back the clock, cannot go back in time, but we can say: fuck you, we will not listen to, your bullshit and lies, your bullshit and lies
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