What's up with what's going down

In every city, in every town

Cramping styles is the plan

They've got us in the palm of every hand



When we pretend that we're dead

When we pretend that we're dead

They can't hear a word we've said

When we pretend that we're dead



Turn the tables with our unity

They neither moral nor majority

Wake up and smell the coffee

Or just say no to individuality



When we pretend that we're dead

When we pretend that we're dead

They can't hear a word we've said

When we pretend that we're dead



Come on, come on, come on come on



When we pretend that we're dead

When we pretend that we're dead

They can't hear a word we've said

When we pretend that we're dead








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