Concentration Camps
Beauty Queens
TV Dating, the American Dream

So romantic when I can't stay clean
My favorite makeup is getting hard to find but I don't mind

My hair is greasy but my vision's clear
I know exactly what's happening here
These fascist parasites have crawled into my head
And I'm stuck in bed

Home sweet home

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I've got carpet on my floor
And a gun by every door
And I am free, I'm free to live my life in constant fear

I got food in my garage
My garage is very large
My kingdom, my kingdom will survive a thousand years

You know
Ironic distance isn't very far
This rifle has a range of 2 thousand yards
When I shot him I didn't hear the bullet fly
Is it ironic that his death is televised, he still died

I close my eyes

It's hard to protest when you're so confused
This gun won't talk to me, so what's the use
And the pain is relative if your relatives survive
I still got mine

How did you find me?

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And if virtue
Is it's only reward

Why are the righteous always
Making war?

And I'm ready for my scene
And I'm such a drama queen
Hey director, start the smoke and cue the laughter, now it's time to kill the actors

Come on!
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