White, Discussion Lyrics

I talk of freedom
You talk of the flag
I talk of revolution
You'd much rather brag
And as the decibels of this disenchanting
Discourse continue to dampen the day
The coin flips again, again and again
And agains as our sanity walks away

All the discussion
Through politcally correct
Is dead beyond destruction
Though it leaves me quite erect
And as the final sunset rolls behind the earth
And the clock is finally dead
I'll look at you, you'll look at me
And we'll cry about
But this will be what we said
This will be what we said

Look where all this talking got us, baby
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Eric Wincentsen
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Glendale Community College
  Glendale, Arizona
"Do you read Sutter Cane?"