Lyrics & Music : Shane Embury
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It's a straight and narrow path
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or is it fate which takes our hand ?
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Play the game, praise the man that fakes the masterplan ;
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take the rough with the smooth.
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Whose loss do we loose ?
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What else could we disprove ?
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Who shapes the abuse ?
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You prostitute integrity and blindly steal identity.
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Buy it out and watch it die ;
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fashion talks, the bullshit flies.
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Bite your tongue and breath a sight ;
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take the fall or take the climb.
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Streamlined and new improved,
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a nation sadly out of tune.
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Is it just old-fashioned - creation with a passion ?
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Just an observation of a machine generation.
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Push this.
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The same old song.
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Is the message lost in this - that's not politics ?
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There's a rhyme to this reason :
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they're one and the same.
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Take the heart they've broke
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and the money they've choke ;
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you're left with no answer
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to this industry chancer.
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Just an observation of a machine generation.
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Push this.
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The same old song.
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Sceptic in Perspective
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| Napalm Death |
