What we have isn't what we are; it's not even close
But he who dies with the biggest toy wins, here in the Land of the Most
We've got the freedom to make up our minds, and we're free to be dumb
We've got the freedom to bind up the wounds, and we're free to be numb
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But we can be much more
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But we're moving backwards, suffering fools
Moving backwards. No time to lose
We're afraid of what we don't understand, but we don't try to learn;
Erase the gray because it gets the way. The table's ready to burn
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But we can be much more, so much more
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But we're moving backwards, suffering fools
Moving backwards. No time to lose
They try to tell you that left is right
They try to tell you that black is white
But they don't even know wrong from right; out of sight
I won't follow you anymore. I won't be the spoils of your war
I won't follow you anymore. I won't be the spoils of your war
We won't follow you anymore, won't be the spoils of your war
We won't follow you anymore, won't follow you anymore