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Well, I need you like foreign oil
and you need me like a hospital bed
But girl you ain't got no health insurance
and the U S of A don't care if you're dead.
Because a little bit of skepticism can go a long way,
sell 50 presale tickets and then you can play
all those dirty vegan punx, are so full of hate.
You're the Nixon to my Watergate.
My best friends Dionysus, and Apollo OD'd on crack,
we're just runaway kids with books full of pages
'till we learn our lesson, we ain't comin' back.
'Cause those who scream the loudest will always be heard.
All cats are beautiful,
and all cops are bastards (not really).
They can drag me away,
but I swear I'll fight back,
because I love you like the Patriot Act.