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If this is really living
Why am I so unforgiving
Half the world is down the toilet
Half is on its way
Well if I had a dollar for
Every time he hollers:
"Trust us with your hearts and minds"
Or I'll make you pay
Trust me
Ask me why you're feeling screwed
And I'll give you the answer
There's a colin, dick, and bush
Just a hammerin' away
Ask me why you feel deceived
And stripped of all your liberties
It doesn't take a genius
To explain that today
Trust me
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