[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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It was two weeks before Christmas,
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In Amarillo, Texas,
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Lie the body of Brian Deneke
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He was murdered by a jock,
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Who was let off free as scot,
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‘cause Brian believed in Anarchy.
[Pre-Chorus 1]
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His blue-dyed mohawk then was stained in red
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A ruthless killer free, an innocent punk dead
[Chorus 1]
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‘Cause your justice is just (pause) one big joke
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And people wonder why some go for broke?
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We’ve little time, don’t step (pause) out of line
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Or the fury of society, you’ll invoke
[Verse 2]
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On a rainy day in Florida,
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It set the stage for murder
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Cause poor Trayvon Martin was shot dead
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He just went to buy some food,
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To eat that afternoon
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But his killer had other plans instead
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All Trayvon wanted was a simple snack
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His killer got off because Trayvon was black
[Chorus 2]
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‘Cause your justice is just (pause) one big joke,
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You know, but you don’t care the system is broke,
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We know the cause, yet (pause) you applaud,
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The racist, fascist, bastards of which I spoke
[Verse 3]
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There was a woman, anonymous,
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Whose rapist’s name’s synonymous,
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With rich, white kids who get let off of crimes,
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He was facing fourteen years,
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But because of Stanford peers,
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He got six months, but only served half-time
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His defense argued that his deed was just a glitch
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I won’t shed a goddamn tear for that son of a bitch
[Chorus 3]
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‘Cause your justice is just (pause) one big joke,
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It’s gone on way too long, so this song I wrote,
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I’m tired of crooks, getting (pause) off the hook,
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But a change in the system seems remote
[Bridge]
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[Pre-Chorus 4]
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This shit is nothing new it’s been around for years,
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The fact that nothing’s changed can bring a man to tears,
[Final Chorus]
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The victims of these monsters need some closure from the grave,
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When the inmates run the prison, we will all end up enslaved,
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The lifestyles, and the gender and the color of the skin,
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Should not be deemed by those in charge as punishable sins,
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I’m out of line, soon out of time, and so my life will croak,
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But that’s okay (pause) your justice is a joke
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