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Ninety two years of progress is beginning to decry the toil City in chaos, country apathetic and there's something wrong with the soil Secondhand truth, people so aloof Don't you see your senator crying Helpless, selfless, living off the lifeless Ain't no wonder that there's so much prying Sillified scenes of mongoloid plans Anything to make a buck Riptide, sulphide, throw it in the river And your water's going to turn to muck Maximinity, inferiority, they always gonna go together Hamlet is the loser and Apollo is the winner 'Cause they tell me that's the new frontier now God is on the road, along with Mr. Toad They're looking for another planet Christ is on a cross, he suffered heavy loss And we're worshipping a piece of granite Buddha's sittin' still, high upon a hill He couldn't care one way or the other Allah's in the bath, he doesn't want to laugh 'Cause he's sick of tellin' us we're brothers Chorus: We go to grow I say grow Grow From Letras Mania