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(Hidden Track) It's burning and it's burning, it's burning, a fire inside that i just don't believe some call it anger, some say frustration but i think i call this big greed this time the circus has left without us and we could run away the fringe is the center now, hey boys that's great when i woke up in hawthorne, i took ocean down to the fairground to see everyone so beautiful that i drown in the waves of the haircuts spin kicks and jumps well i got my bottled water and my nachos, it came in under twenty bucks i got this bad taste in the back of my mouth from my time on the back of a bus this summer vacation, it's cheap and it's true it's ideals are intact, it's the best we can do this time you turn into your own enemy not sell outs but dictated economies (whoo!) Letras de canciones these thieves, these thieves in their flip-flops and bro attitudes are the very reason we do what we do when i say fuck the man, it's what i believe no matter who that man happens to be. no matter who that man happens to be. this kevin or that one, it all seems the same exploit the avenues, fix all the gains maybe they'll buy everything that you sell but i'm outside these fences, rolling fast down that hill... fuck your warped ideals! mother fucker! From Letras Mania