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von brute.

You′re so politically correct it crawls down my neck
Smug as a bug in your righteousness
You talk like you're the original socialist


They all sit at your feet like you′re some maharishi
As you knock off all off the easy targets
And knock up all of the tightest teacher's pets

And now you're a rich man you bought yourself a band
You′re talking tough and you playing loud
You sure know how to please your crowd

They all rally around you in their sweat shop styley-man suits
Flashing their bright red union cards
Blaring all your cd′s from their oriental cars