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Original Song by Rusty Cage. This karaoke version has been censored. Lyrics (censored): Test, test one This is a song dedicated to the children So welcome, one and all, to the age of outrage You say you got problems, girl Well, I got 'em too You say you got problems, baby Well, we all got problems too Yeah, but you can cry all night now, sugar After what you put me through So cry now for the life you lack Spread your fears when it's holding you back You know you can't change, and you're feeling the shame Well, we all got something that can take the blame You were born under a bad sign, lack of privilege The upper hand was never something that you lived with So raise your fists and stomp your feet Fight for the cause, then take a seat Why can't anybody let me be? And, oh, how I love to cry, "Woe is me!" Because it feels like the world is stabbing in my back Everybody's got to have a bone to pick Got my straw man standing, ready to conflict Everybody's got to have a bone to pick Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Don't you know there's people out there Who don't got a cent to their name? I said there's people out there, honey Who don't got a cent to their name Yeah, and you're walking in the streets now Looking for someone you can blame Locked down by the PC police Knocked down trying to get my release The bloodhounds always hot on the trail For the next petty issue they can mark for sale All the first world victimized profiteers Just collect your tears, then they oil the gears 'Cause when you're sad, you're mad; when you're mad, you rage And your rage makes you click upon the internet page When you click upon the page, everybody gets paid And the sheep all flock to the false charade When it dies away, they just do it again 'Cause where your freedoms end, that's where their feelings begin Whenever speaking your mind becomes a crime I find it's better doing the time than living vocally blind You know, control of your words is control of your thoughts Well **************************************************** Why can't anybody let me be? And, oh, how I love to cry, "Woe is me!" Because it feels like the world is stabbing in my back Everybody's got to have a bone to pick Got my straw man standing, ready to conflict Everybody's got to have a bone to pick Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
