Lend Me a Crushed Ear
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I've got so much hate I can no longer see
The contempt that I feel for the supposedly free
Marching together the intellectual slum
Diluted and lobotomized by mass media scum
String up the rich reign a storm on their castle
The bourgeoisie are drowning and the class divide is a fossil
Teaching never to ask questions
You are fortune for the weak
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Grave digging plots for minimum wage
My cracked lips are bleeding and we're begging for change
Box office poison slipped into my cup
Fledglings and failures for conjuring up
I'll take my time
With you
There's nothing on my mind anymore
There's nothing on my mind anymore
We can change the Moon
We can change the Moon
We can change the Moon
We can change the Moon