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    Hey, mister Jack
    Is that the mouthwash in your eyes?
    Hey, mister Jack
    Is that the cause of your surprise?

    Hey, where you at?
    On the side of the freeway in the car?
    Hey, where you at?
    On the side of the freeway in the car, in the car?
    On the side of the freeway in the

    Hey, mister Jack (hey)
    Is that the trick of your disguise?
    Hey, mister Jack
    Is that the cause of your demise?

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    Hey, where you at?
    On the side of the freeway in the car?
    Hey, where you at?
    On the side of the freeway in the car, in the car?
    On the side of the freeway in the car, in the car?
    On the side of the freeway in the

    Wake up
    seven am, morning, came to take us away
    Little men, big guns pointed at our heads
    seven pm, morning, came to take us away
    Little men, big guns pointed at our heads
    At our, at our heads

    Your prospect of living gone, you ran the light at dawn
    Protectors on your back, lights are on their track
    You must now face authority, you're nothing like me
    You must now face authority, you're nothing like me
    Put your hands up, get out of the car, put your hands up, get out of the car
    Put your hands up, get out of the car
    Fuck you, pig! Fuck you, pig!
    Fuck you, pig! Fuck you, pig!
    Put your hands up, get out of the car

    Song details

    Composition: Shavo, Daron Malakian, Serj Tankian, and John Dolmayan

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