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Too many empty heads
Cold hearts, eyes dead
Inert and inbred
Drugs guns and hot lead
Pierced, spiked and tattooed
Religious yahoo
Hot tempers, cheap booze
Nothin' here but bad news

The center can't hold now,
We don't have the know-how
Throw it in the hoosegow,
Jesus comin' anyhow

Booted up and head shaved
Merciless and enraged
Broke and brooding ingrates
Faithless, cunning inmates
Ferocious looking braggarts
Vacuous and hell-bent
Where are the plain folk,
The charitable and decent?
Where are the love songs?
I wonder where the joy went

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Last days, last chance
Too late to turn around
If this is all in plain sight,
What about the underground?

Where are the plain folk,
The charitable and decent?
Where are the love songs?
I wonder where the joy went
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