Painting The White House Black 40 Below Summer
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Now stand atop your soapbox
And just tell us what we want to hear
And talk in circles
Until the words become unclear
We can afford to be hypnotised by design
To be left uncured
There is no hope for us
Further down the ladder
We fall and splatter
And gather the remains just to feed again
Why don't you tell me
What it's like to be a free man?
What it's like to have the whole damn world
In the centre of your motherfucking hand
So try and tell me of the American dream
Tell me what it's like to live inside a castle
Made of motherfucking sand
Now smile for the camera
And talk about your masterplan
That we must follow
Because the hour is at hand
We have no time to be patronised
By the eyes and the smile so pure
And just tell us what we want to hear
And talk in circles
Until the words become unclear
We can afford to be hypnotised by design
To be left uncured
There is no hope for us
Further down the ladder
We fall and splatter
And gather the remains just to feed again
Why don't you tell me
What it's like to be a free man?
What it's like to have the whole damn world
In the centre of your motherfucking hand
So try and tell me of the American dream
Tell me what it's like to live inside a castle
Made of motherfucking sand
Now smile for the camera
And talk about your masterplan
That we must follow
Because the hour is at hand
We have no time to be patronised
By the eyes and the smile so pure
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