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I talk of freedom

You talk of the flag

I talk of revolution

You’d much rather brag

And as the decibels of this disenchanting

Discourse continue to dampen the day

The coin flips again, again and again

And agains as our sanity walks away

All the discussion

Through politcally correct

Is dead beyond destruction

Though it leaves me quite erect

And as the final sunset rolls behind the earth

And the clock is finally dead

I’ll look at you, you’ll look at me And we’ll cry about

But this will be what we said

This will be what we said

Look where all this talking got us, baby