Boy Sets Fire Chapters 4 Blame (Live at Eleven) Lyrics:
"broadcast. talking words. real words. painful
words. makes you look so cheap. you can't stand on
your own. and i have ceased to care. digging.
digging deeper. digging for your precious heir.
discredit. the job's too easy and so painful. and
way to fucking real. the dirt is on your hands.
the blood is in your hands. and i can see right
through them. your only a receptacle for me.
respectability is the weapon of the "in scene".
dirt is law. new is wrong. can't we just let all
this fall out of our laps again. how many sorrys
does it take. well i'm sorry, so sorry that
weren't cool enough. lies. time. pray for your
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inheritance. preys on your life."

[ASSIGNMENT: Take an evening and watch your
evening news. With a pad of paper and pen, write
down the stories covered (you can be brief). At
the end of the half-hour, compare the stories that
cover rape, murder, kidnapping with the number of
stories on what your government has done today.
The results may be surprising. Then think about
what the media wants you to believe.]
[Points to consider:]
[1 the idea that you need protection from other
citizens]
[2 the idea that only your government can provide
that protection]
[3 who benefits from these ideas]
Lyrics: Chapters 4 Blame (Live at Eleven), Boy Sets Fire [end]