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Circumventing circuses, lamenting in protest
A visible police presence, wants or fear
Battalions of riot police with rubber bullet kisses
Baton, courtesy, service with a smile
Yeah, I'm the Staples Center, you can see America
With its dire, poor, avenging disgrace
Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality
Of plastic existence
Pushing little children with their folly on dramatics
They like to push the weak around
Pushing little children with their folly on dramatics
They like to push the weak around
The rush of words, fleeting to disperse
Upon your naked walls, alive
A political call, the fog acorn
We can't afford to be neutral on a moving train
Yeah, I'm the Staples Center, you can see America
With its dire, poor, avenging disgrace
Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality
Of plastic existence
Pushing little children with their folly on dramatics
They like to push the weak around
Pushing little children with their folly on dramatics
They like to push the weak around
Push them along
A dear dance, invitation to peace
War stirring you and me
the face
dressed in black
with a helmet
fierce
trained and appropriate
for the malcontents
for the disproportion
malcontents
a little boy smile
it'll all be well
and say a little boy smile
it'll all be well
pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the week around
pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the week around
pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the week around
push the week around
push the week around
push the week around
they like to push the week around