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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pennywise
Pennywise
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fletcher Dragge
Fletcher Dragge
Composer
Jason Thirsk
Jason Thirsk
Composer
Byron Mcmackin
Byron Mcmackin
Composer
Jim Lindberg
Jim Lindberg
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brett Gurewitz
Brett Gurewitz
Producer
Jerry Finn
Jerry Finn
Producer
Eddie Ashworth
Eddie Ashworth
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

A model brother, a model dad A model citizen, has somehow turned out bad Pledging allegiance to another flag Life long devotion to a man think was far from mad A written word from they think their peers A little propaganda they became white warriors Bred on deception and bred on fear They don't hear the barrage of lies that pass right through their ears When your head feels like its real close to imploding And your life is now revolving around hate All that shit your brain is overloading Well I won't have it! With help from papers and magazines Another sheltered chooses what he will not see Views so distorted how can this be? When love for hate is the basis for reality Another headline another bash Another harmless victim beaten up and not for cash Insanity well when will it end If you don't give it up you'll never have the chance to make amends When your head feels like its real close to imploding And your life is now revolving around hate All that shit your brain is overloading Well I won't have it! You cannot keep it all inside You've gotta leave it all behind You gotta bullet in your head It's time to make a stance now so make it, make it You gotta make it, make it Make it, make it A bloody picture, psychotic dream Choosing to follow the worst lesson in all history Just get a future, yeah, get a life 'Cause if you don't, instead of mourning there'll be celebrating when you die When your head feels like its real close to imploding And your life is now revolving around hate All that shit your brain is overloading Well I won't have it You cannot keep it all inside You've gotta leave it all behind You gotta bullet in your head It's time to make stance now make it, make it You gotta make it, make it You gotta make it, make it Make it, make it
Writer(s): Jason M. Thirsk, Jim Lindberg, Fletcher Dragge, Byron C. Mcmackin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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