Puttin’ the “W” from “What the hell’s the fuckin’ point” back into action.
You talk a good one, but you won’t talk it, unless you’re standin’ next to your captain.
Makin’ rent, payin’ debt to your taxes, the natural born ransoms.
If ya wanna bury the hatchet, you’ll have to kill bein’ passive.
Yeah, ya run around, run around, run around, but don’t know what’s happenin’.
Pretending you’re familiar, when there’s no need to act it.
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Chorus
To be a common face for a common sake
with no common gain, puts us all at stake.
When you draw a line, and smile to shame,
to deny you’ve made a divine mistake

when you’re taught that you’re not the problem or at fault,
then my friend, you’re just another brick in the wall
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Talk about what’s in style, walk around circles you’re lost in.
Rock a lost-and-found broken smile, just to hide what the cost is.
Bring your make-up when you fall from graceful. Child, believe me you’ll have to mask it.
It’ll be no different from decorating your casket.
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Chorus
To be a common face for a common sake
with no common gain, is a common waste.
When were all prolonged by miles of shame-
look what your lies have made. Hope you fall in flames

when you’re taught that you’re not the problem or at fault,
then my friend, you’re just another brick in the wall.