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Let the bastards force you in

and force you out

and build you up

and grind you down

Parade you round like trophy meat

A success story of tragedy

I hear their words as your lips move

What the fuck are they trying to prove?

Can't you see how they control?

Have they really got you fooled?

They moniter your every move

Just play dumb and hope they won't notice you

Kill all the Jews aslong as the cause is right

Endanger us all if it's worth the fight

Twist everyone so they're wound up so tight

with fear and confusion that they hand you their life

Ladies and gentlemen take a seat and seal your lips

and give a big round of applause for the gunmen of the apocalypse.