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Western Dream
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(Sullivan/Heaton)
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Gather round and listen
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And I'll tell you how's it's done
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How they manage to make idiots
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Out of everyone
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Take a human population
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With their hunger and their pain
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And the weaknesses that cripple them
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Again and again
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Invent a splendid party
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Where the dreams can be won
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And with bright flashing lights
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The heartaches are gone
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With sex and with money
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And with everything for free
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The show tantalising glimpses
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Every night on TV.
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Watch the dirty hands
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That laboured hard for you
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Stretching out like children
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For a crumb that they can chew
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Give a car and video
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A little bit to spare
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And go on promising
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That more could all be theirs
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Ch:
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All lies are lies
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All schemes all schemes
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Every winner means a looser
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In the western dream
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The producer swears silently
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It cannot be heard
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And the camera crew are muttering
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Those four letter words
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Another take is needed
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So the show can go on
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With a patronising smile
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And a popular song
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They tell when to laugh
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They tell you when to cheer
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So the audience at home
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Will get the right idea
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They watch like children
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Left out of a playground gang
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Conforming their lives
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The way they hope will get them in
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Ch
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It seems to me sometimes
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There's only two ways to choose
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In this whirlpool made
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Of a thousands years
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Either live in these ghettoes
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And know your place
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Or you trample over everyone
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In the human race
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I wish we could find
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Another way to go
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Without the Ghost of Cain
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In everything we do
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The bitterness in failure
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And the dirt in success
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This is the choice
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This is our choice
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Ch
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Western Dream
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| New Model Army |
