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Let me count the ways Decades of excuses, I don't want to know My t.v. died today, that was my excuse 'Cause I don't want to know I caught that girl justice cutting holes in her blindfold I'll take my brother's hands, from the mother land to father's grave And I'll break those other hands, from other lands, for father's sake Full paid justice, holiday truths, it's all for you You will pay for what they do, it's all for who? It's all for you I was blind the day they broadcast revolution I ain't gotta know So let me die today by work of evolution I ain't gotta know Buy me a new car and shiny diamonds Let's start living in a way old money can't be bored Buy my foreign cars and bloody diamonds That's not given away my country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty. We'll use blood red for the flag, and since [you said] stars are for 'fags', well instead we'll use our great big dicks, you dick (Thanks to Tim Carter for these lyrics) From Letras Mania