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I promise you I'm going to be brief How can these be the best two we can find Are we still blind, and falling through the dark And how did we get down here in this purgatory prison With no hope of parole No hope of parole No hope of parole No hope of parole I promise you they're lying through their teeth These politicians feed off their constituencies But they've got deaf ears, and we have blank faces They hate to see that we're not buying in And they hate what they can't control What they can't control They hate what they can't control What they can't control What they can't control What they can't control What they can't control (They hate) what they can't control (They hate) what they can't control (They hate) what they can't control What they can't control