Drink The Kool-aid

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    Here come the 757's.

    If you don't ask why then you deserve to die
    just like the millions that are ground under foot
    by the powers-that-be and their policies
    and a society that lets their bosses do as they
    please

    And never asks "why?" even as the death tolls rise
    until some 757's start to fall from the sky
    and some more innocent die and STILL we don't ask
    "why?"
    instead we fall in line and we drink up the Kool-Aid

    If they shot Kennedy just imagine what they'll do to
    you or me
    but you STILL believe...

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    So burn then coward, but don't you dare pray.
    Burn then, for what's been done in your name.
    So fucking burn then, you had your chance: now it's
    time to die.
    Burn then. You drank the Kool-Aid, fool, so die.

    If you don't ask why then you deserve to die;
    (BTW) that little sticker of a flag on your car means
    nothing.
    For the terror you've allowed in your name,
    when the planes fall again, your prayers will mean
    nothing.

    If they shot Kennedy, imagine what they'll do to you
    and me
    but you still believe all their lies, HA!
    That sticker of a flag on your car means nothing
    When the sky falls again, your prayers will mean
    nothing.

    So burn then coward, but don't you dare pray.
    Burn then, for what's been done in your name.
    So fucking burn then. You had your chance, now it's
    time to die.
    Burn then. You drank the Kool-Aid, fool, so die.

    Die then, sucker, but don't you pray.
    Die then, fool, and burn for your shame.
    So fucking burn then. You had your chance, now it's
    time to die.
    Burn then. You drank the Kool-Aid, fool, so die.

    Drink up. Die.

    The hour's late and we're so far astray
    but we refuse to see that the end of the party is
    near.
    And all that hatred and rage we've made
    is coming at us just like a jet plane.

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    Composición: Rob Lind

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