Lyrics Prosperica - Eleventyseven
Blessed
be
the
ones
who
got
it
right
For
theirs
is
the
monopoly
On
the
only
afterparty
That's
worth
goin'
to
Peace
be
with
the
ones
who
see
the
light
And
charge
the
rest
of
us
admission
To
somethin'
that
we're
missin'
They
call
critical
My
comin'
of
age
While
I'm
calm
and
deranged
Well
I'm
missing
the
point
entirely
What
if
God
so
loved
Middle-class
America
That
he
sent
his
one
and
only
gun
To
wage
the
war
on
drugs
And
whosoever
stands
Where
the
party
line
demands
Willl
get
to
say
I
told
ya
so
When
all
of
us
are
dead
Blessed
be
the
kids
who
grew
up
quick
Behind
artificial
fences
And
tranquilize
offenses
Like
their
parents
do
Peace
be
with
the
man
who
never
quits
Until
he's
havin'
his
first
heart
attack
From
an
unexpected
market
crash
at
42
My
comin'
of
age
While
I'm
calm
and
deranged
While
I'm
missing
the
point
entirely
What
if
God
so
loved
Middle-class
America
That
he
sent
his
one
and
only
gun
To
wage
the
war
on
drugs
And
whosoever
stands
Where
the
party
line
demands
Will
get
to
say
I
told
ya
so
When
all
of
us
are
dead
What
if
God
so
loved
Middle-class
America
That
he
sent
his
one
and
only
gun
To
wage
the
war
on
drugs
And
whosoever
stands
Where
the
party
line
demands
Will
get
to
say
I
told
ya
so
When
all
of
us
are
dead
They'll
get
to
say
I
told
ya
so
When
all
of
us
are
dead
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