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the stupid ones the violent onesthey suck their thumbs and point their gunslittle boys with little choicethey've got their hands on little toystheir boxes tell them where to aimshoot anything they say to blameso we'll just pretend they're not heremaybe they'll all disappearone day far awayI'll make itreach out climb outright through itthe simple minds that don't know whythey're stuck inside the happy livesgive them toys and give them choicethey'll take it all like little boysand they will follow like a herddon't cut in line just wait your turnwhen we let go and don't care at allthey'll all hide out inside their mall From Letras Mania