With sense of irony - everyone
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You see is chasing their illusion
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Take a dive or sink or swim
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But in the end
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You're in the same pollution
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In your world escape is swift
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The nonsense list
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Is all you need to know
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In the land of dreams
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You make the right connections
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Then you'll be the hero...
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Ecstasy...
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The cult of me provides
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Our institutions
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You can live forever
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Besides a grave that stands
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Where people used to function
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You can join
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The saviours of our culture
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Vultures circling
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Overhead my sky
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Like the sin of gluttony
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Won't set you free
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(But betty ford can help you try)
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You can get all the things
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You never needed
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You can sell people crap
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And make them eat it
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Where is our John Wayne
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Where is our sacred cowboys now?
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Where are the indians on the hill
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There's no indians left to kill
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People die with oxycen
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Andall their money
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Can afford a breath
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People starving everywhere
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And staring in the face of death
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Prostituties and politicans
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Laying in their beds together
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You can be the saviour
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Of the poor
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Making up the policies
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To open the back door...
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Sacred Cowboys
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| Bruce Dickinson |
