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WHO IS NIXON
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Anchormen spike their blood
 1
wear masks of mud
 2
cucumbers cut to fit their eyes
 3
and so no one would know how tired they've grown
 4
of talking and telling their lies
 5
while your TVs change stations
 6
scroll messages
 7
victims and christians both drinking blood
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and they'll pray for the destruction of all hatred
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more often, just those with hate for us
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'cause it hurts when you discover one's worse and one's better
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to suffer or cause others to
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and you can live by your conscience
 13
now guilt is a concept
 14
you're no longer subscribing to
 15
 
 
There's a virgin in my bed
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and she's taking off her dress
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And I'm not sure what I am gonna do
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There's a song stuck in my head
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and I can't help singing it
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O' how I hope my singing pleases you
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'cause this is not who I've become
 22
but what you make me into
 23
 
 
Oh, we got no health insurance
 24
no cellular service
 25
no disease they can't cure
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but we need more money to burn
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so each person must learn the dollar amount they are worth
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and your pills make me dizzy
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forgetting my body
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I watch as it walks away
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I just keep drinking the poison
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and smoking the cartons
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a pack and a half a day
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so when time comes to claim me
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my friends and my family will gather around my grave
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and they'll believe that they knew me
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and loved me and missed me
 38
and all call me by my name
 39
 
 
So imagine what you want
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and then hold on to that thought
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'cause that's as close as it will ever come
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and believe you're where you are
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just keep acting out the part
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but at the end of the day, the trees all get wheeled away
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and you'll be standing alone in a blank, blank space
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So believe who you are
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and stay in character.
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but at the end of the play,
 49
the audience walks away.
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And I'll be shivering cold on a well lit stage.
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22 Jan 07

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Comments:

holy cow.
 — unknown

this is really incredible, the title really grabbed me, and the poem has a lot of power.
 — unknown

hell, dude this isn't your fucking crap.
 — SenorSin

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