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    Aggression is defeated.. The war is over!" (George Bush sample)

    Open the door, hinged on reality
    There's more than the floor, there's the sky, Spirituality?
    Maybe, who knows, time to get free.
    I care about you even if you don't give a shit about me
    That's what love is.. It's not just built for two,
    It's built on a future, one we might not get through.
    Strangers & brothers & beggars & sisters,
    Hipsters, Quipsters, Quadrophonic tricksters
    They don't care about your hair, the issue is dead, over & out.
    Vanity sucks, enough said.. Instead.. Instead..

    Let's talk about violence. Let's talk about ignorance.
    Why don't we talk about prejudice. Go back to school fool.
    You're a fool.. Believe it, but you can relieve it.

    Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.
    Mix it in the middle.. Let everybody play. Mix it up.
    Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.
    Mix it in the middle.. Let the piano play.

    One thing is for certain, it's curtains if we keep flirtin' fate &
    hurtin' with hate. Time to grow up, get real, come on
    We can ressurect the world by the lights early dawn
    What so proudly we hail at twilights' last gleaming
    "This victory belongs to the finest fighting force this nation has ever seen in it's history" (George Bush)

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    Tonight it's alright, you can groove
    Tomorrow you wake up, you can't move
    cause the weight of the world gets too much to hold
    You need somebody when the night grows too cold.

    Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.
    Mix it in the middle.. Let everybody play. Mix it up.
    Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.
    Mix it in the middle.. Let evertbody play. Mix it up.

    Drugs, That's a life of glamour
    Comes crashing on your hopes like a ball-peen hammer
    Get rich quick, sure.. End up dead on a curb
    or be alive like a ghost in a drive-by suburb
    Pressure.. That's the lesson here
    control enough people you can have a career

    That's a beaten road, it's tired, it lacks imagination
    We got mass on sunday, but no mass communication
    My dream.. knowledge is no pipe dream
    Money makes the world go around? Full blown hype dream

    Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.
    Mix it in the middle.. Let everybody play. Mix it up.
    Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.
    Mix it in the middle.. Let evertbody play. Come on.

    What's holdin' up the party
    A brand new state of affairs in the department of arty
    Congressman got your tounge?
    Well a bumpin' new rhythm has just begun.

    Story 'bout a greedy girlie, she was named Lisa
    Left her man for a gold-plated Visa
    Made the right moves, had the world in her fist
    but the kiss of her poor boy she sure missed
    She didn't Mix it Up.. Rich & poor, young & old.
    black & white, wrong & right.. Here comes the night
    "What happened to her boyfriend?"

    He believed the commercials that said drink beer, get laid
    but at closin' time he was alone, he didn't get paid.
    Last night his lover was a razorblade..

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    Composición: Brion James, Dan Reed, Melvin Brannon II, Blake Sakamoto y Daniel Pred

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