The kids are hungry and nowhere to go
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A thousand distractions, so now you know
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That the burn of youth in the old mens' eyes
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Never put a stop to the alibis
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I've seen the fantasies and heard the praises sung
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All the while looking up from the bottom rung
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Look down, look down and see the broken pieces of humanity
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Beat down, beat down, and crushed by the heel of authority
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There's no magic in your marketplace
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No logic in your design
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It's tragic and commonplace
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The wicked leading the blind
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The kids are restless and nothing to eat
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A thousand fingers to point and a life of deceipt
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The discourse gets so out of place
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As Adam Smith laughs in Harry Browne's face
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That hand is too bloody to be invisible these days
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Blanket comparisons ignore divergence in many ways
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No Magic
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The GC5 |