Lyrics

Civilization's dying And no one's realizing The position of hate stuck inside the gun Civilization's crying And I won't try to deny it We got a problem son Something's gotta be done With the Pope and the president And the big rockstar who made alot of money All got one thing in common They know it ain't no fun to get shot with a gun Civilization's dying And no one's realizing The position of hate stuck inside the gun Civilization's crying And I won't try to deny it We got a problem son Something's gotta be done With the Pope and the president And the big rockstar who made alot of money All got one thing in common They know it ain't no fun to get shot with a gun Civilization's dying And no one's realizing The position of hate stuck inside the gun Civilization's crying And I won't try to deny it We got a problem son Something's gotta be done With the Pope and the president And the big rockstar who made alot of money With the Pope and the president And the big rockstar who made alot of money With the Pope and the president And the big rockstar who made alot of money With the Pope and the president And the big rockstar who made alot of money Made alot of money, made alot of money, made alot of money Yeah!
Writer(s): Paul Cantwell Mahern, Terry A Howe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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