You Walk Past An Activist, Who Is Talking On The Street

About Political Prisoners, Locked Up In Your Own Home State

And You Think Just For A Minute, You Think Just A Second

Then You Say, "that Can't Be True! 'cause I Live In The Land Of The Freedom...

Where No One Gets The Screw!"



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You Turn Your Face, You Turn Your Back, You Say, "that Can't Be True!"

You Stay Safe Locked In Your Prefab World, 'cause You're Sure It Won't Happen To You

You're Sure It Won't Happens To You!



You Heard It Every Day, Since The First Day Of Your Life

But You Never Stopped To Think, What You Heard Was Full Of Lies

You Can't Question For A Minute, Can't Question For A Second

'cause You're Nothing But A Tool

Whose Blueprints Are Tailored And Fashioned, Each Night By The Evening News



You Could Stand On The Street, Talk 'til You're Blue In The Face

And They Would Not Make You Stop, 'cause You Have No Power Base

But If Dan Rather Got On The Evening News, And Said, "it's Time For Revolution!"

The F.B.I. Would Fuck Him Up So Bad, He'd Wish He Wasn't Living!



They Call It America, "land Of The Free, Home Of The Brave"

More To The Truth It's A Murderer, It's The Land Of The Enslaved!