i used to make bets with my self, but i'd always lose
i used to be pro-choice 'til i gave up my right to choose
i used to walk the walk 'til i gave up my walking shoes
for combat boots; we're not fighting a war,
we're fighting to be on the evening news
i wanna abuse my rights - i wanna refuse to fight
ever since i got this freedom-of-speech thing down
i've been alright -
but tonight's not the night, or tomorrow night either
so why don't we take a breather with this bottle of ether
and we'll see a lot clearer and feel a hellofalot nearer
to the big guy with the beard and see that there's nothing to fear
now wait right here and i'll grab us a couple more beers
and we'll cheers to many more years left to laugh through the tears
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