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