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If this is really living Why am I so unforgiving Half the world is down the toilet Half is on its way Well if I had a dollar for Every time he hollers: "trust us with your hearts and minds" Or I'll make you pay Trust me Ask me why you're feeling screwed And I'll give you the answer There's a colin, dick, and bush Just a hammerin' away Ask me why you feel deceived And stripped of all your liberties It doesn't take a genius To explain that today Trust me