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Got your killers in the whitehouse, killers on the street Bullies in their playgrounds and in their three-room suites There's a lot of punk rockers in a hundred dollar boots Dishin out their money to the men in business suits (Chorus)I know, I'm pretty damn naive So let's go, anarchy in the streets And I know, I'm too damn naive So lets go... Got a lot of problems and I don't know what to do Even when you shout out loud no one'll listen to you We got hate a plenty and it's plottin who to kill If we don't kill each other you know someone else will (Chorus) (Bridge)I'm just a boy, with a guitar and I know it won't take me anywhere Can't sing, can't dance, the world's messed up and I know I'll never make anyone care but still sometimes, sometimes See a million heads jumpin jumpin up and down bouncin to the beat of a global rockin sound so now I'm rockin out on stage, music's saved us all but this is just my vision and my vision means fuck all From Letras Mania