Lyric Context Universe
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there's no need to argue anymore
i gave all i could but it left me so sore
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there's no need to argue anymore
i gave all i could but it left me so sore
long ago
i was too tired to argue with you
i was too tired
long ago
i was too tired to argue with you
i was too tired
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue
Well maybe I'm the faggot America
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue
Well maybe I'm the faggot America
and can you hear the sound of hysteria?
the subliminal mind fuck america. welcome to a new kind of tension. all across the alienation. where everything isn't meant to be okay. television dreams of tomorrow. we're not the ones who're meant to follow. for that's enough to argue. well
maybe i'm the faggot america. i'm not a part of a redneck agenda. now everybody do the propaganda. and sing along to the age of paranoia. you lookin' at me?
and can you hear the sound of hysteria?
the subliminal mind fuck america. welcome to a new kind of tension. all across the alienation. where everything isn't meant to be okay. television dreams of tomorrow. we're not the ones who're meant to follow. for that's enough to argue. well
maybe i'm the faggot america. i'm not a part of a redneck agenda. now everybody do the propaganda. and sing along to the age of paranoia. you lookin' at me?