For The Occupy Wallstreet
Can you see the tent city...
they're all over America...
we've seen this before.
The heart of America ain't bleedin'
for NOBODY!
Skulls are cracked
---eyes are maced.
Novus Ordo Seclorum!
Novus Ordo Seclorum!
Novus Ordo Seclorum!
I'm livin' the Imperial Dream.
---Blood on the railroad tracks,
with rotting teeth,
and a hand full of pennies.
Police State!
Marshal law!
We don't have a constitution now!
---police man smiles,
---police man hate civil liberties,
---police man paid off.
They're vultures---
guarding the banks and there off shore owners.
WHO ARE THE COPS?!!
---Private corporate guards!
---Private corporate guards!
---Private corporate guards!
WHO ARE THE COPS?!!
Private corporate guards!
Private corporate guards!
Private corporate guards!
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