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Everyone keeps asking me how come I'm such a fucking cynic*
Staring at the rubble of another bombed abortion clinic
Make more cuts in the welfare system close a school to build a prison
Better keep the blinders on it helps you to maintain the vision
Change your fucking channel man. It's more control than I can stand
Everyone keeps asking me why I can't be more optimistic
Every time I step outside it makes me want to go ballistic
Aids smack and segregation take their toll on the population
Yeah for sure they've got the cure turn on the news for information
Change your fucking channel man. It's more control than I can stand
Now my friends keep asking me just when did I get so complacent
Cathode signs behind my eyes just advertise my space as vacant
Wish that I could turn it off take a nap or read a book
But every time I close my eyes the dying cries say, "What the fuck?!"
Change your fucking channel man. It's more control than I can stand