....."What's up with what's going down,
In every city, in every town,
Cramping styles is the plan,
They've got in the palm of their big hands.
When we pretend that we're dead,
They can't hear a word we've said,
When we pretend that we're dead,
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon...
Turn the tables with our unity,
They're neither moral nor majority,
Wake up and smell the coffee,
Or just say no to individuality.
When we pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we've said,
C'mon, c'mon...".....
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