If it fits in the system
Say what you will
But you might die if they listen
They think in the politics of gasoline and torture
Please only talk to me in the dark
Write what you will
If you write in a prison
Sing how you feel
But you die if they listen
They think in the politics
Of rosaries and chains
And it's hard to tell the right for the wrong
When the right is protecting the wrong
Be who you are
But not where there are people
Reality is taught
Right and wrong, there is no middle
We think in politics
Of money and ourselves
Be who you are If it fits in the system Say what you will But you might die if they listen They think in the politics of gasoline and torture Please only talk to me in the dark Write what you will If you write in a prison Sing how you feel But you die if they listen They think in the politics Of rosaries and chains And it's hard to tell the right for the wrong When the right is protecting the wrong Be who you are But not where there are people Reality is taught Right and wrong, there is no middle We think in politics Of money and ourselves Explain Request ×
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