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Well, you steal from the poor and give to the lazy
You imprison the sane and you free all the crazy
Well it’s high time that something is done
But you can’t speak your mind without offending someone.
Well, you beat a man when he’s down on the ground
And you take from the weak when there’s no one around
And you shoot a man dead on his own front porch
Well its high time that you pick up the torch
And you hold it to something flammable
Wherever you see men treated like animals
You start it a kindlin’ and you pour on gasoline
And a thousand points of light are more than a dream!
Well, the rich get richer and the fat get fatter
And the mean get meaner and the bad get badder
And the old get older and the young go wild
And there’s a crackpot for every child.
Well, congratulations, you’re now a teenager
So your issued a handgun and your life is in danger
Cuz now you’re a soldier in a neighborhood war
Well its high time that you pick up the torch
And you hold it to something flammable
Wherever you see men treated like animals
You start it a kindlin’ and you pour on gasoline
And a thousand points of light are more than a dream!
Well, I don’t care about you but I don’t want to die
And I don’t really want to but I know I must try
And I’m not really saying you should be more like me
But I know that this world is not what it should be!
Well, its hard to see that there’s much of a hope
When you can’t get beyond all the booze, broads, and dope
And each city building is really a fort
Well its high time that you pick up the torch
And you hold it to something flammable
Wherever you see men treated like animals
You start it a kindlin’ and you pour on gasoline
And a thousand points of light are more than a dream!
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