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My gums bleed for the victims of the bad taste generation Everyone seems so concerned without motivation Raise your fist with broken glass and change the t.v. station I think we've all been hypnotized, processed and desensitized Don't pray for me because you need a miracle Rotting from this badland, the Interstate Disease Telling me...Don't tell me I don't want to know Showing me...Bad things I don't want to see Carrying guns, shooting dope, watching MTV Little girls are singing what we've been taught for years The Interstate Disease Spread across the land We can't help each other unless we understand We've made our ignorance acceptable Apathetic and fashionable Sit right back and watch it turn Teach the lids and make them learn If you promise to be good I'll give you nothing in return From Letras Mania