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Hitman, hitman, where ya been? Gotta magical mystery plan? You're goin' round town breaking all the rules But you're the king of fools I'll just point and shoot And no one will see me now I'll just point and shoot 'Cause I work for the system now Hitman, hitman, draw the line I see you're out of time Assassination done The system's got him under control The Divided States of America Is a playground for kingpins and hypocrites In a country woven from outdated cloth And the fabric won't take much more of this We feed the world while our children starve And our soldiers forced to carry empty guns We preach about life and liberty While our mothers kill their unwanted sons. You draw your battle lines You see you're outta time It's just another excuse For what you people might call war You think you're tolerant You prove your ignorance The United States of America ain't united anymore! |