Well, I didn't eat the weekend
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But I put the weight back on again
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And our kid got back from Munich
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He didn't like it much
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Has a psyche that hadn't been synthesized
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Just like machines
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It's getting like that here now
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It just goes to show
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I got no nerves left Monday morning
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And I think I'll cut my dick off
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The trouble it got me in
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Went home to my slum canyon
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On my way I looked up
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I saw turrets of Victorian wealth
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I saw John the ex-fox
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Sleeping in some outside bogs
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There's a silent rumble
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In the buildings of the night council
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It's a meeting of controllers
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Who drive right through the gates
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In white roll-tops
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And I guess this just goes to show
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The lie dream of the casino soul
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I'm a bit jagged right now
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In a tongue-tired, wired state
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Cause Sunday morning dancing
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I had an awake dream
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I was in the supervision dept.
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Of a bigtown store
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Security floors one to four
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They had cameras in the clothes dummies.
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A man came up to them
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He wanted sex in the dummies eyes
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Then came up the cry:
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"Security, mobilized!"
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Meanwhile in the sticks
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Proles rich, dance in cardboard pants
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And I guess this goes to show
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The lie dream of a casino souls scene
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LIE DREAM OF A CASINO SOUL (Another Version)
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| The Fall |
