It's lights, places, camera, action
The point-blank political assassination
As usual public tongue is in its rightful ear
While insecure about it's own social peers
Father figures patronize to confuse countries who realize
They don't know what the hell they're talking about
America, the living example of the [?]
We can't prepare for prevent war, we know that
Twenty years ago he said "tell them Nixon's gone mad,"
They started to bomb everything they had
Frustrated fireworks inside your head and planting the fingerprints in shadows
Still-life, dead
Smokey temptations and lingerie bills
Keep a large man wealthy in Beverley Hills
Now they shut heavy metal mouths of lyrical obscenities
All about sex and drugs and other affinities
But that's exactly what they should be about
Religious empty shields on a political sex life
While you hide the pictures of you and your ex-wife
You take too many sleeping pills, you know what happens
It's Christmas time, find the scissors and the scotch
The shaving cream attempts to stop the hands of the clock
Innocent bystanders who conjure diction and terms
Openness is a nonfiction word
Petting our parachutes and purring cats
Doing the breaststroke at night, what's waiting for something to snap
Well we don't have one night stands, just excuses that you made
Like we[?] don't have education, just career hitlists
Hey John Mitchell, I hope you have a nice day
The campus is beautiful out here at Kent State
Now that it's quiet you can go about your business
So scalded science waits for intervention
To bite the disease of separation
Oblivious survivors will take one in three
It's the great communicator which speaks silently
We tried to ignore it for eighteen months but do you realize what we have done?
Was it because it was a normal methodical way
Like George Bill[?] one of his better days
So you fill out your tax form, W-4
And you know exactly what it's going for
Give me one good reason why you do it
Baby Britain's mistress curses will fill the lines with missing persons
Sixteen thousand in West Germany play Red Rover with the Persian[?] three
Play Red Rover with the Persian[?] three
Play Red Rover with the Persian[?] three
The point-blank political assassination
As usual public tongue is in its rightful ear
While insecure about it's own social peers
Father figures patronize to confuse countries who realize
They don't know what the hell they're talking about
America, the living example of the [?]
We can't prepare for prevent war, we know that
Twenty years ago he said "tell them Nixon's gone mad,"
They started to bomb everything they had
Frustrated fireworks inside your head and planting the fingerprints in shadows
Still-life, dead
Smokey temptations and lingerie bills
Keep a large man wealthy in Beverley Hills
Now they shut heavy metal mouths of lyrical obscenities
All about sex and drugs and other affinities
But that's exactly what they should be about
Religious empty shields on a political sex life
While you hide the pictures of you and your ex-wife
You take too many sleeping pills, you know what happens
It's Christmas time, find the scissors and the scotch
The shaving cream attempts to stop the hands of the clock
Innocent bystanders who conjure diction and terms
Openness is a nonfiction word
Petting our parachutes and purring cats
Doing the breaststroke at night, what's waiting for something to snap
Well we don't have one night stands, just excuses that you made
Like we[?] don't have education, just career hitlists
Hey John Mitchell, I hope you have a nice day
The campus is beautiful out here at Kent State
Now that it's quiet you can go about your business
So scalded science waits for intervention
To bite the disease of separation
Oblivious survivors will take one in three
It's the great communicator which speaks silently
We tried to ignore it for eighteen months but do you realize what we have done?
Was it because it was a normal methodical way
Like George Bill[?] one of his better days
So you fill out your tax form, W-4
And you know exactly what it's going for
Give me one good reason why you do it
Baby Britain's mistress curses will fill the lines with missing persons
Sixteen thousand in West Germany play Red Rover with the Persian[?] three
Play Red Rover with the Persian[?] three
Play Red Rover with the Persian[?] three
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