Lyrics Turning Blank Stares Into a Witch Hunt - Pfft.
It doesn't take much
To make a mob
Out a bunch of blithering idiots
You walk their walk
You talk their talk
You make them believe
That you're on their side
But you're wide awake
Getin' a cut off the take
Lining your own pockets
With golden flake
Loyal ignorance
Of the selfish
The new past-time of American Patriots
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