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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=106653" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Welcome To My Revolution</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theres too much music, too much light<br>These endless broadcasts into the night<br>Petty seizures of money and drugs<br>By some official or unauthorized thugs<br>Now its gone, the whole worlds gone<br>Theres the army at the front door, guerrillas in back<br>Why do I always have to take up sides<br>I had no plans to be conscripted today<br>I am no use to them anyway<br>So what the hells going on<br>When they took my bed for the good of the state<br>I had to rest my head and took to levitation<br>Welcome to my revolution<br>Every morning they confer with the press<br>Just to point a few fingers<br>Fix the blame for this mess<br>The spokesmen waffle and the jerk-offs complain<br>In a stream of rhetoric<br>Piss themselves down the drain<br>Then its time to go home<br>Time to go home<br>What will they say when its gone<br>The whole worlds gone<br>So they call a cease fire to bury the dead<br>And just delay it for an hour or so<br>Loose talk of cowards and leaders that lied<br>What does it matter once were vaporized<br>Say what the hells going on<br>Then it got so bad I couldnt breathe the air<br>So I became my own church and begged for sanctuary<br>Welcome to my revolution<br>This is the dream that I have every night<br>I wake up screaming to the left and the right<br>Is this my vision of the end of the world<br>The faces looked smoldered, the edges are curled<br>Tell me what is the reason we cant look at ourselves<br>And realize everybody creates his own hell<br>And if we put it together to make them all real<br>And then forget how to think, forget how to feel<br>Until its gone, the whole worlds gone<br>Are we damned if we do and damned if we dont<br>Could we be suckered into thinking that<br>Or get too greedy, afraid of the loss<br>And wind up fighting for a worthless cause<br>What if we died and had to come back<br>How may times would we have to go round<br>What if tomorrow was the end of the line<br>Dont want to feel like I wasted my time<br>So what the hells going on<br>When the noise gets so dense<br>You cant hear yourself think<br>We got the spirit world on a telephone link<br>So welcome to my revolution</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Utopia - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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These endless broadcasts into the night
Petty seizures of money and drugs
By some official or unauthorized thugs
Now its gone, the whole worlds gone
Theres the army at the front door, guerrillas in back
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