You used to be the life and soul Now you practise and preach selfcontrol Youre obsessed with privacy, but theres none Six billion mobile phones Theres no escape Trust noone Shout it out Until your blood runs cold Shout it out Until your lungs explode Shout it out I am Miss Black America Shout it out I am Miss Black America What happened to your urge to destroy And your mission to bring the noise? Two young boys, wanking over atlases Six billion empty heads Death to the living dead Shout it out Until your blood runs cold Shout it out Until your lungs explode Shout it out I am Miss Black America Shout it out I am Miss Black America Shout it out They wont take us alive We are beyond embarassment We want real lives And well get them Yes, youll see So, shout it out Shout a hard thing and a mean thing Let the hatred flow free Be an obscene thing Be obscene I am Miss Black America
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