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In the land of dirt and plaster |
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Lies an army of a thousand nowhere kids |
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Losing ground and falling faster |
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Into a life that no one should have to live |
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We are the people that you hate |
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We are the bastards that you created |
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A generation with no place |
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A generation of all your sons and daughters |
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Behind the fake family image |
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Behind the smile of a thousand moms and dads |
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Inside the cage that we've been given |
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I see an image of the future that we don't have |
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We are the people that you hate |
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We are the bastards that you created |
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A generation with no place |
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A generation of all your sons and |
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We are the people that you hate |
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The bastards that you created |
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A generation with no place |
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A generation of all your sons and daughters |
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And what did you expect, a perfect child |
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Raised by |
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TV sets, abandoned every mile |
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We never get respect, never a fair trial |
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No one gives a as long as we smile, smile, smile |
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We are the people that you hate |
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We are the bastards that you created |
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A generation with no place |
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A generation of all your sons and |
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We are the people that you hate |
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The bastards that you created |
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A generation with no place |
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A generation of all your sons and daughters |
