The world gets smaller every day
Like an apple in your hand
Hey, do you really feel that you can run away?
Have you noticed that there's hardly room to stand?
Don't you feel that mom's good old apple pie
Gets harder to swallow every day?
Don't you feel the grand old eagle stands for do or die?
Or did he lay an egg and fly away?
Oh say by the dawn's early light, can't you see
You're shafted from the cradle to the grave
This may no longer be the land of the free
Thank god it's still the home of the brave
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Don't you feel when they tell you war's a game
You're dead before you start to play?
Don't you feel you're just a number, not a name?
And I hear your numbers coming up today
Don't you feel what Chicken Little said is coming true?
Can't you see the writing on the wall?
Don't you feel the floor and ceiling closing in on you?
Or don't you feel at all?
Oh say by the dawn's early light, can't you see
You're shafted from the cradle to the grave
This may no longer be the land of the free
Thank god it's still the home of the brave
Laa, la
Laa, la la la
Laa, la
Laa, la la la
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