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Saudi princes and fat oil cowboys spend our drug money,
Flashing it in our faces like the dealers they are.
We hit the pipe on a daily basis going to work,
Take a hit when we turn on the light,
And turn a blind eye as our leaders rob, rape and murder,
Sending kids to death for our next fix.

Push the pedal down some more, fatso. Do it for freedom.

Or how ’bout this. Imagine the world after the smoke clears.

A utopia borne of solar silica sublime,
Collecting sunlight with rectilinear blue leaves in thousands.
No one needs to freeze or boil or go hungry in darkness.
Suddenly power is cheap and peace is possible.
Those that like money can find profit in other places.

No one need die for God and oil. The nightmare is over.

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