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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 damnpen the day

The coin flips again and again and again

And again as our sanity walks away

All this discussion though politically 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 alot, but this will be what we said

This will be what we said

Look where all this talking got us baby

Look where all this talking got us baby

Look where all this talking got us baby

Look where all this talking got us baby

(No guitar)

I warned you

I prepared you

I structed you

I told you how to respect all the times and seasons

Look where all this walking...