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Fear Mongers
“Fear Mongers” Newspapers yelling, TVs screaming, Radios blaring. Is this what we want? Is this what we need? Politicians lying, Preachers ranting, Black men dying, Mothers crying. Is this what we want? Is this what we need? Breaking news, More breaking news. Shootings here, Robberies there, More mothers crying. Is this what we want? Is this what we need? Fear mongers Marching, Marching, Marching They’re coming to take you away Hey! Hey! They’re coming to take you away. Battalions of mongers Armies of mongers All painted red, Coming to take you away. Cool it down, Take it down, It’s getting hot down here. It’s not all that bad It’s bad for your heart, It wrongs your soul. We aren’t like that. It’s time to say goodbye, To these days of spitting vile, To these days of ugly words, To these days of vulgar thoughts, To shooting arrows without aim. We’re not like that. Too many mothers crying. Cool it down, Take it down, It’s getting hot down here. It’s not all that bad. It would do my heart good, For you to find some good In this disease infected world. Take a trip I say, Take a trip. Spin your wheels to Mount Rushmore Listen to what those Four have to say. This is what we want. This is what we need.
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