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There's a hole in the head of a man on the streetEmpty rhetoric, tell me what to buy, tell me where to sleepNo future, no now, no ability to retrace our stepsSame faces, same school, same old same old what we already knewWe've come a long wayFrom the bottom up to minimum wageAnother day, another dollarAnother day, another botherWatching a flock of sheep piling up in a roomNowhere to breathe, you'd sell me air if you couldSame fashion, same scene, same community without a beliefBlindfolded, can't wait, single file off a bridge, overcrowded lakeTV is your babysitterComputer is your educatorSix o'clock TV dinnerFeel good, c ya l8rOne sound one monocultureone voice one monocultureone heart one monocultureno hope, no culture From Letras Mania