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People living their lives for you on tv
They say they're better than you and you agree
He says hold my calls from behind those cold brick walls
Says come here boys, there ain't nothing for free
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We try to hustle them, try to bustle them, try to cuss them
Now the cops want someone to bust down
Another day, another dollar, another war, another tower
So we pray to as many different gods as there are flowers
We call religion our friend
And we're so worried about saving our souls
(Afraid that God will) take his toll but who will save your soul
bridge
Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill
Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill
Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill umm
(Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
bridge
(Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill
Some are stalking their kill
Some are stalking their kill
Some are stalking their kill
Some are stalking their kill)