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Apathy
We gotta send in the army to kill the Arab man.
We gotta level his buildings. We gotta burn his land.
We need the rich black oil runnin’ under his land.
We don’t wanna but we gotta.
We don’t wanna but we gotta.
We don’t wanna but we gotta.
An' that’s Apathy.
It’s the vision of our country we all gotta share,
We gotta tolerate the factories polluting our air.
We gotta persecute the perverts with the purple hair.
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We gotta hang out at Starbuck’s, Java City and Pete’s.
We gotta keep those dirty homeless people off of our streets.
We gotta sweep political prostitution under the sheets.
-Chorus-
We gotta clear cut the timber from off of our hills.
We gotta melt those ice caps. They’re givin’ us chills.
An’ we gotta quit whining about a few oil spills.
-Chorus-
We gotta generate power by burning black coal.
We gotta deplete the ozone. We gotta blast a gaping hole.
And we gotta acknowledge that progress takes it’s toll.
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We gotta help the chosen few live in luxury’s lap.
We gotta litter our highways with plastic crap.
And when it’s all too heavy to handle well we gotta take a little nap.
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We gotta elect a government that does more than talk.
We gotta get Congress to walk the walk.
Or we gotta put ‘em on the pavement outlined in chalk.
-Chorus-
© 1998 - RDT
NOTES: This tune is dedicated to the George W. Bush administration that pretty much dug our country into a deep hole. But we can't blame him alone. We elected him and then we sat back apathetically and allowed him and his now even more wealthy cronies to punk us all. Unfortunately, we now have Lying Donald who has jumped right into that hole and just continued digging.