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Wrenched into the world, deanesthetized
Blurry images fight their way through halfway opened eyes
Awakened by alarm, fifteen minutes of hygiene
Twenty minutes of eating, thirty seconds to the door
I looked outside, I looked into the eyes
Of the impersonal mob I've seen a thousand times before
Feelings under covers like books on a shelf
If we're scared of one another
We must be scared of ourselves
More than just another crowd
We need a gathering instead
Drink drink in the badlands, liquid bread for the poor
Another member of the crowd goes down to drown at the liquor store
Choose your escape in the heartland of product and demand
When you feel like a wasp in the swarm
You gotta get away anyway that you can
Operation Ivy's The Crowd
Abso-fucking-lutely amazing lyrics from such young kids in '89.
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