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The dirty little hands

on the grandfather clock

Leave us behind with little to no luck

Toiled here long enough

trying to make sense of it all
So I'll stick the landing
on my greatest last fall

Plowed rows and sewed seeds
Furrowed them on down

They've become my lost legacies

Told truths and hid behind lies

Asked some of the questions

So tired of the why's

The past it hangs heavy

a noose 'round my neck
It ticks as it tightens

I feel it constrict

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Body's been broken

Mind's turned to rust

Ashes to ashes
spread them 'round if you must

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Send them to sea

or put 'em in ground

Better bury them quick

or else I'll be hanging around

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That God damn clock

it tells us the day

Well, today is the day

for my passing away

They're livin' there, out beyond the margin
A darker place, with no comparison

Red lines that were drawn
Lines we cannot see

Keeping them far from your family

So you tell them to work hard
quit makin' excuses

Suffer and toil
suffer the consequences

Stop reaching for handouts
pull your hand back

'Cuz hear me now, mister
I never got jack

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But back is where it started
a long time ago

Owned and indentured
to pick and to hoe
Failed ideals, counted three fifths
A hundred percent compromised

Curated divide

Continues these rifts

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Beyond the margin
it's where we want them to be
Making us feel better about the I and the we Separate and unequal
Stuck in the past
A losing proposition

the way that we live

the way they've been cast

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Sequestered, caught crossing the border

Following that torch to the law and order Riskin' it all

Workin' dusk until dawn

Doin' your dishes

and cuttin' your lawn

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Fleeing and seeking lady liberty's call

We block them,

choke them,

impound them,

and make talk of a wall

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Well, subjugate the meek,

the poor, and downtrodden

Subjugate them all

Be sure to let me know when you've got 'em

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Politicians use them as tools
political pawns
it may make you feel better

but it won't solve real problems

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Beyond the margin,
where we want them to be
Making us feel better about the I and the we Separate and unequal, stuck in the past
A losing proposition

the way that we live

the way they've been cast

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The haves and the nots,

the huddled, the masses
shouting out loud about all their taxes!

I hear you, I see you
I know your thought basis

Your sentences end with,
"But I'm not racist"

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Pick your head up

Take a hard look around
It's easy to see

beyond your lattes

and unfettered luxury

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Take them all with you to hell 

or just for granted

For only you can decide

to look out beyond the margin

or be stuck in the middle

of this country's divide

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There's Red on the seams

and it's bloody and mean

In the White there's might

if you know what I mean
The Blue is the glue

and the stars state their rights

Our fathers they found it

and in an off Key he did write

He's a flag waiver

He's done us no favors
Oh, he's a flag waiver

and he's burned it all down
He's a flag waiver

We're screwed all around

He groped and wrapped himself all around it

The spectators cheered and chose complicit He kissed it, raped it, left us all alone in the dark
Trampled the norms that ignited the spark

He's a flag waiver

He's done us no favors

Oh, he's a flag waiver

and he's burnt it all down

He's a flag waiver
We're screwed all around

Give us your ignorant, your God fearing men Put them in a stew, stir it up again and again

The country is boiling, steamed off its gains Don't lecture me on how to make it better again

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He's a flag waiver

He's done us no favors

Oh, he's a flag waiver

and he's burnt it all down

He's a flag waiver
We're fucked all around

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We have blood on our hands

a future to reckon'
Still to account for the past

and the rights that we're wrecking

So, take to the streets

but love thy neighbor and enemy

Take that flag back

for it belongs to both you and me

Love didn't turn out the way that she planned

Maryann let it run idle and it turned into sand
Growing apart, apart from her man
He left Maryann for something,
someone who might give a damn

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Sad sack Johnny had a bad fall

fractured his backbone

so he took a cure for it all

The pills took away the pain

and everything else in his life 

until nothing remained, save for his strife

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These dreams that we dream

are like a bird that flew

Flying into the distance, towards the future

and away from all that you knew

The promise of tomorrow is the singing of song

Calls that can't be heard until it's gone wrong

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