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There's A Banana In My Ear (The Soviettes)

You said "They hate us for our freedoms" You said "There'll soon be less to hate" You said "Keep your voices low" and You said "Always trust the state" "Keep your money in the markets, re-educate the nations youth" "The papers wouldn't print what isn't true" And so filters become layered And so nothing can get through And so all you hear are whispers About the bullshit that we pull No-one will name those to blame For one hundred red hot years And since no-one can listen No-one hears Guess that's why the college kids would rather tune out than tune in Guess so, whatever, I don't know-its easier to join than win How can it fucking matter when no-one knows what's true? No-one can be blamed for what no-one ever knew So cover up your tracks Wash your hands free from their blood No-one knows they hate us for what we've done