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Hey tired on the street

With your head hangin' down

Staying quiet on the corner

Of your dirty little town

Thinks there is somethin'

That we oughta talk about

What’s the matter with the cars that are crammed on

The interstate now

Crowdin' around faith in the center of town

Around a Burger King monolith

On the tip of the iceberg

Heat of debate

Says you better quit your grovelin'

The 51st state

Doesn’t think there is anything

That we oughta talk about

What’s the matter with the face of the crowd

Cryin' out loud

Can’t stop their chatterin', illusion shattered

And I’m pickin' up the pieces

And on the screen of my TV

Somethin’s tellin' me

It don’t ever come clean

Now here’s a story of a guy

That was carryin' a stick that poked out his eye

Here’s a little somethin'

That we oughta talk about

What’s the matter with the public eye

That’s you and I

Sticks start a pokin' And the dirt’s in your eye

I can see you rubbin' it

And on the screen of my TV

Somethin’s tellin' me

It won’t ever come clean

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