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 A Public service  followed me home the other day
 I paid it  Go away.
 Shits so  you could stir it with a stick- free Teflon whitewashed presidency
 We're sick of being jerked 
  that on your sleeve
 
 Broadcast me a  noise unto the times, Lord,
 Count Your blessings.
 We're sick of being  around
 We all fall 
 
 Have you ever seen the televised St.  subcommittee prize
 Investigation dance?  pants glances.
 Well, look behind  eyes
 It's  hallowed, hollow anesthesized
 "save my own ass, screw these 
 smoke and  lock down
 
 Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, 
 Count your blessings.
 the papers  lie!
 I sigh. Not  more
 
 Its been a bad 
 Please dont  a picture
 Its  a bad day.
 Please
 
 We're dug in the deep the price  steep.
 The auctioneer is  a creep.
 The lights went out,  oil ran dry
  blamed it on the other guy
 Sure,  men are created equal.
 Heres the  heres the steeple
 Please stay tuned--we cut to 
  ashes, we all fall down.
 
 Broadcast me  joyful noise unto the times, lord, Count your blessings.
 Ignore the  fears
  this means war.
 
 Its been a  day.
 
 Broadcast me a joyful  unto the times, lord,
 Count your blessings.
 We're sick of  jerked around
 We all  down.
 
 Its been a  day...
 Pleaase...