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Minutemen What Makes A Man Start Fires

You know you're frightened Because it's your time A void, a blank In your mind Reserved for 99 You knew it would be there Reserved for 99 You knew it

I saw some military hardware today They changed the color Olive drab To yellow, brown, and grey The color of our dead The color of our glory

rope from a curtain inside me. purging reform would admit that you fail, start bumming at parties. chasing a reason, refusing to reason by listening to reason. chasing a

I'm making my case against a stack full of comics Here comes the line... I'm loaded with rocket fuel! Industry Industry We're tools for the industry

Push all day He rests at night Do some hobbies Drink to forget [Spoken during verses] A ton of sand at my feet Each a speck in a space All collecting in a

Logic And substance In a model A model to buy A model to try A model to surely die It's sell or be sold It's what you're all told It's what you all

in my face Naked in an epsom Five beautiful girls around me I was so damn bad I was so damn bad I took them on One at a time One at a time Wake up

Passing On the gap Between Connecting The tin roof The paper mache Too many lines I'm singing songs

I'm waiting And diversing I'm collecting Dispersing Information Liberation Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs! Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs! Manifesto