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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