Gospel Machine Gun

Tired of the complication

So we birthed a Prozac nation

And fell in love with the CNN

Shoot a man but keep it quiet

Write a book someone will buy it

We search for golden heroes

But in the end no one knows

I guess that's what TV is for my friend

So keep the suit kid you wear it so well

You hate your life but no one can tell, can tell

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Yeah, they got a better way

A better way, you know, you know

Yeah, they got a better way

A better way, you know, you know

Buried in our superstition

Dug by a politician

So raise your hands to the vampires my friends

So dress it up and pull it apart

And if it sells we'll call it art

So find out what's "it" again

And don't worry, surgery can fix it

So we fall in love with ourselves again

We inject some contradiction

We all hate but it's a sweet addiction

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Yeah, what you dream could become

Unless you find yourself too numb again

What you dream could become

Unless you find yourself too numb again, again

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