People are dying
Not every rumour is true
Do what it takes, master all makes
Not just what the family will do
One of these days
If you live to your best
You’ll give thanks for breaking ranks
Your children will call themselves blessed
If you toe the family line
In your head there lives a cop
He’s speaking rules, he’s faking fools
Your family line May stop
There’s no need to nash or wrath
Just no need to yell
Inspect the labs, get your jabs
It’s the really real rebel.
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