I can't see smoke hanging like a noose in the sky.
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I can't see death lurking, only you and I.
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We're small cogs in a big machine,
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wake up son 'cos it's no dream.
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Go .. ..
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Wake up the whole worlds gone ,
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wake up the whole worlds gone,
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wake up the whole worlds gone ..
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.. gone limpwristed.
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Genders, bend over for me,
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nothing can hide your bland puppetry.
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We ain't got your elegant grace,
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got gravel in our guts and spit in your face.
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Do you really believe you can corrupt the youth ?
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Credit them with more, they know the truth.
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Stay out of the way, don't keep in touch,
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'cos reality hurts like a kick in the crotch.
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Limpwristed
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G.B.H. |