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Black cats showing up out of nowhere Macbeth on heavy rotation Hope dies at last and we don't care A young girl screams death to the nation A Greek god on the back of a stallion Coming up on a three-lane highway Prepare for the death of a billion Wake up at the end of my day Wake up at the end of my day Last stand in a shade of vermilion Lips sealed and trembling irate Prepare for the death of a billion Wake up at the end of my day Don't cry for the weak and neglected Go blind in the cage we erected Stand tall with the rage of a storm now Kill hope for the age 'cause we know how Cower in shame Cower in shame Come on now Who gonna weep for the dead? Cower in shame Come on now Who gonna weep for the dead? Bow down to the American way Bow down to the American way Bow down to the American way Bow down to the American way