15. Ten Foot Pole - My Wall | Текст песни

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A middle-class mom crouches on the hill
Eyes behind binoculars she sits so still
Spots a boy going under the freeway
Whispers in her radio going for the kill
Open your eyes! You`re fighting kids
Who only want to make their mark
Everything else you took away
You left them in the dark
Open your eyes!
Your war is not about beauty
It`s about rights and choice
Speech isn`t free
It is only for those who can afford
To raise their voice
Say it is pollution
They say it is a sin
Mobilize their force to
Stop the demon within
They say it is not a battle
It is a full scale war
Recruiting volunteers
Like never before
Say it is so ugly
They say it is an eyesore
But remember
They`re the ones who build department stores
Put ads on the windows
Asphalt where the grass used to grow

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