Lyrics By Nicolas Jackson

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Do Something

People on the streets are so god damn old

Be prim and be proper do what you’re told

But the times are a changin

There’s new thoughts to behold

So do something do something

For god sakes do something

Get up off your ass and do what you’re told

The old thoughts are killing it all

Not a thought to think

Grow up

Get married

Get a job

Get old

Do something do something

For god sakes do something

Get up off your ass and do what you’re told

Trump or Clinton

It’s a choice so old

There’s just no thinking

Dogmatic they scold

Do something do something

For god sakes do something

Get up off your ass and do what you’re told

They always say there’s a future to behold

There’s nothing there

It’s death en masse

So tell them

Please tell them

Before we get old

I’m cold and I’m hungry

And it’s getting old

There’s no future

Is what I behold

So do something do something

For god sakes do something

Make it somehow matter

Before you get old

But they say

Do something do something

For god sakes do something

Get up off your ass and do what you’re told

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