Текст песни:

They live and die by images so lets exploit back
Flip and reverse it watch the audience attack
They′ve got the power, we′ve got the paint
Do the ad jam baby let me show you the way.

Spotlight on a lie, call it center stage
Brands responsible for the facades they create
And plaster in our minds, of peaceful happy times
Let′s kick reality, peel back the surface we will find.
A hidden message, just corporate h (heroin)
It′s actuality so watch the minds we can save.

Everybody yell, Just do it. Everybody yell, Just do it.
Everyone, everyone, everyone, do the ad jam with me.

Jammin′ on the subway, jam′ on the street
Jammin on the skyline, or anywhere in between
We′ve got to do it for ourselves,
We′ve got to do it for ourselves and no one else.
That′s what I said, you know it′s true,
When we be bustin′ lyrics man it′s gotta be the truth
Gotta be the truth man, that′s all you knew
Do the Ad Jam, so you got somethin′ to prove.

Everybody yell, Just do it. Everybody yell, Just do it.
Everyone, everyone, everyone, do the ad jam with me. With me.
Everybody yell, Just do it. Everybody yell, Just do it.
Everybody yell, do the ad jam with me. Do the ad jam with me.

Out into the cities, out into the parks
The ad jams now in session adding truth upon the lies
We′ve got to do it for ourselves,
We′ve got to do it for ourselves, and no one else.

Everyone, everyone, everyone, do the ad jam with me.
Everybody yell, Just do it. Everybody yell, Just do it.
Everybody yell, do the ad jam with me. Do the ad jam with me.

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What a shame, what a shame so quick
Life lost so young and missed
When it’s stubbed out suddenly, turned off like the flick of a switch
Once you exit out the back door, can’t come round here no more
No re-entry no return it’s a lesson hard learned

Burning the water brown, it will come to break you down
Burning the water brown and in its depths you will drown

Well he ran around town with Charlie
Well Charlie only makes you sorry
His tracks all lead to nowhere, still you followed without a care
And you never got enough cause you always bought his bluff
So afraid to come down that you never got back up

Burning the water brown, it will come to break you down
Burning the water brown and in its depths you will drown
Burning the water brown six feet deep underground
Burning the water brown, will it come again for the next of kin?

You become the company you keep
This water brown it puts you to sleep
Well you become the company you keep
This water brown its rivers run deep

If you go and chase the dragon,
If you try to date china white
Or if the poison people surround you, it just might end your life

Burning the water brown, it will come to break you down
Burning the water brown and in its depths you will drown
Burning the water brown, six feet deep underground
Burning the water brown, will it come for the next of kin?

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I′m sitting in a classroom, bored to death; I′m falling asleep.
Are these teachers in front of me ? or just your puppets on a string?
Do you even know the lies that you′re telling me?
Have you learned what you teach?
You′ve accepted their bullshit long ago. You forgot you′re on your knees.

Teacher, Teacher, teach the truth.
Got your story , Don′t got your proof.
Teacher, Teacher, what do you say? Wasn′t listening anyway.

I′m sitting in a classroom bored to death and what do I see?
Piles of lies sold in textbook form, just to train mentalities.
So I take a stand. Get out of my seat;
cause these meathead, macho football coaches brainwash
but they can′t teach.

Teacher, Teacher, teach the truth.
Got your story , Don′t got your proof.
Teacher, Teacher what do you say?
Wasn′t listening anyway.
Classroom Blues
[x2]

I′m sitting in a classroom bored to death I′m falling asleep.
Are these teachers in front of me or just your puppets on a string?
But I won′t be your sucker. But I won′t be your slave.
Hold me down with your propaganda and we′ll burn down the library.

Teacher, Teacher, teach the truth.
Got your story , Don′t got your proof.
Teacher, Teacher what do you say?
Wasn′t listening anyway.
Classroom Blues
[x2].

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Do you know what they say,
Do you know what they say, what they say about you?
Do you know what they do?
Do you know what they do, when you leave the room?
Do you know what they say,
Do you know what they say, what they say about you?
Do you know what they do?
Do you know what they do, when you leave the room?

Never thought twice about holding your tongue,
Once upon a time you were so young.
Everywhere you carried around your soul.
In the night they stole it, left you skin and bones - knife in your back.
Laughing aloud at your expense, fed themselves on innocence - knife in your back.
Their attacks inserted doubt, now you′re stranded in the cold with a knife in your back.

Do you know what they feel?
Do you know what they feel, what they feel for you?
Do you know how they play?
Do you know how they play, how they play inside you?
Do you know what they steal?
Do you know what they steal, what they steal from you?
Do you know how they prey?
Do you know how they prey, how they pray upon you?

Never thought twice about holding your tongue,
Once upon a time we were so young.
Everywhere you carried around your soul.
In the night they stole it, left you skin and bones - knife in your back.
Laughing aloud at your expense, fed themselves on innocence - knife in your back.
Their attacks inserted doubt, now your stranded in the cold with a knife in your back.
Tell me did you grow after all these years?
Giving up control and buying into fear,
Night slips into morning and days remain unchanged,
But their mighty appetites will not be tamed.

Do you care, do you care?
Do you care what they say?
Do you care what they say, what they say about you?
Do you care how they prey?
Do you care how they prey, how they prey upon you. Upon you.

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They made radio for the music.
Now they just make music for the radio.

Kids kill your imagination, put emotions on hold,
Forget destructive notions about changing the world,
You look so better in a crowd.
You look better uninspired.
We don′t want to see you happy. We just want to see you smile.
But hey, you′ve got nothing to say, just keep watchin.
You′ve got nothing, You′ve got nothing to say.
Be the best entertained and the least informed.
Cause who needs information when you haven′t got a soul.

Entertained, entertained, entertain,
entertained, entertain you to death.
Entertained, entertained, entertain,
entertained, entertain you to death.
But hey, you′ve got nothing to say,
just keep watching.
You′ve got nothing, You′ve got nothing to say.

We′ll tell you where to go at night.
We′ll tell you how to forget pain.
Just say no to drugs, but watch TV all day.
Just stay the least informed, and the best entertained,
Cause who needs information when you haven′t got a brain.

But hey, you′ve got nothing to say, just keep watching.
You′ve got nothing, I′ve got nothing to say.
Entertained, entertained, entertain,
entertained, entertain you to death.
Entertained, entertained, entertain,
entertained, entertain you to death.
Now, come on. Oh, man, come on.

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Religion serves a purpose, this I realize
But when they organize, is when they commit the crimes.
The crimes upon the weak, and the crimes upon the poor,
Spreading filthy money baskets under stained glass windows.
And buckets full of water, are placed at the door,
And they call them holy; you get your moneys worth
What it′s worth, oh I′ll tell you what it′s worth.
Cause they go home rich, we go home to repent.
So let′s stop feeding the rich, they′ve got enough to live.
Oh let′s stop feeding the rich; they′ve got enough to live.
I waste my time, another rhyme, or another page,
cause I won′t be afraid and I can′t be ashamed of my life,
or my past mistakes.
Cause they go home rich; we go home to repent.
So let′s stop feeding the rich, they′ve got enough to live.
Let′s stop feeding the rich; they′ve got enough to live.
Religion serves a purpose, this I realize,
But when they organize, is when they commit the crimes.
Crimes upon the weak, crimes upon the poor,
Spreading filthy money baskets under stained glass windows.
Buckets full of water are placed at the door and they call them holy
you get your money′s worth. What it′s worth, oh I′ll tell you what it′s worth.
Oh let′s stop feeding the rich; they′ve got enough to live.
Let′s stop feeding the rich; they′ve got enough to live.
Stop Feeding. Stop Feeding.
Stop Feeding. Stop Feeding the Rich.

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American Politicians have scarred our good name
There are those too scared to see the terror threat hyperbole
Were not all blood thirsty, ignorant, flag waving government sycophants
See through the lies, in corporate ties
We singing we want a change

And ignoring the Log in our eye, sending thousands off to die
watch them lose their ass on page 23, then they save their face on your TV

Got to be the good American
Got to be the good American
Questioning what they are selling me
Questioning what they are selling me
Got to be the good American
Got to be the good American
Questioning what they have done to me
what they have done to me

Hell bent on Nation building, Governments run amuck
In the name homeland security, its the worldwide manifest destiny
International bully, with a disregard for sovereignty
I see health care shutting down but, Baghdad needs a mall downtown
how can we, how can we, how can we..
Well, how can we find the speck in our brothers eye,
when were the ones going blind, going blind, going blind

Got to be the good American
Got to be the good American
Questioning what they are selling me
Questioning what they are selling me
Got to be the good American
Got to be the good American
Questioning what they have done to me
Got to be the good American
Got to be the good American
Questioning what they have done to me
what they have done to me

How can we save anybody else when we cant save ourselves
How can we change anybody else, when we fail to change ourselves.
How can we give away what we don′t already have, anyway

I got to be the good American
I don′t want to be no President
Got to be the good American
I don′t want to be no Patriot
Our darkest fears, our wars alone, our war is here, our wars alone
Now we cant waste, we cant waste our feelings on if they will hate or love us
we will overcome

Got to be the good American
Got to be the good American
I don′t want to be no President, No President

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This is a story called, When is enough, enough?
When that line is drawn in the sand
and your birthright is more than circumstance.
Well, instead of extending that American helping hand,
Sometimes we extend the iron fist, to brothers and sisters caught in the mix. Check it out.

Let me kill, a little bit more,
Let me have, a little bit more,
Le me steal, a little bit more,
A little bit more, a little bit more.
You got power, need a little bit more,
How bout people, need a little bit more,
Oh, the police, need a little bit more,
Need a little bit more, need a little bit more.

Let me build a bigger bomb for you, let me build a bigger bomb for me.
Let′s blow em all away, Third nations got pay.
Let me build a bigger bomb for you, let me build a bigger bomb for me.
Let′s blow em all away, I′ll blow them all away

When will it be enough?
[x4]

Let me crush, a little bit more
Let me sell, a little bit more,
Let me rape, a little bit more, A little bit more, a little bit more.
You′ve got children, need a little bit more, Little babies, need a little bit more,
Your inner soul, need a little bit more, Need a little bit more, need a little bit more.

Let me build a bigger bomb for you, let me build a bigger bomb for me.
Let′s blow them all away, Third nations got pay.
Let me build a bigger bomb for you, let me build a bigger bomb for me.
Let′s throw em all away, I′ll throw them all away.

When will it be enough? When will it be enough?
Gotta have everything. Everything.

When will it be enough? [x18]

It′s never enough, oh it′s never, never
Let me kill, a little bit more
Let me steal, a little bit more
Let me rape, a little bit more
A little bit more a little bit more.

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Politicians wasted our money for too long,
And religious leaders are raping our children.
So where are the poets? They′re all at their slams,
And where are the leaders? Taken out by the man.
Where is my money? I know I had it somewhere.
Someone picked my pocket, probably was an old lady.
Where′s my favorite rockstars?
They both shot themselves to death.
Well where the fuck′s my daddy? Followed in the same footsteps.

So Where will we turn when we fall down?
Where will we turn when we fall?
[x4]

I can′t trust the president, or anything that he says,
I can′t even trust my own mother,
they were both raised the same way.
Well, what you gonna do, when they come knocking on your door?
Will you really pull that trigger or go run for shelter?

Where will we turn when we fall down?
Where will we turn when we fall?
[x4]

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