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Hostility, I feel it coming

It's like a nation wide vigilance

I've seen so many people running

From a threat without substance

Underpayment, self sacrifice

He's just a man with dirty hands in the bigots
eye

You get to a certain position

Where you stare up the white city walls

You get to a certain position

I'll do the job with a demolition ball

I've heard so many idiots speaking

With a bitter grin in their face

I've heard so many bigots lying

Without the least sign of disgrace