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Why don’t we all strap bombs to our chests?

And ride our bikes to the next G7 picnic

Seems easier with every clock tick

But whose will would that represent?

Mine, yours, the rank and file, our better yet

The government?

But I don’t want to catalyze, synthesize

The second final solution

Don’t want to be the Steve Smith of the revolution

Here’s an easy analogy, we’re the Oilers

The World Bank, the Flames

Two minutes remain in the seventh game

Of the best of 7 series

Jesus saves, Gretzky scores

The workers slave, the rich get more

One wrong move, we risk the cup

Play the man, not the puck

Why don’t we plant a mechanic virus

And erase the memory

Of the machines that maintain this capitalist dynasty?

And yes, I recognize the irony

The system I oppose affords me the luxury of biting the hand that feeds

That’s exactly why privileged fucks like me should feel obliged to whine and

kick and scream

Until everyone has everything they need

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