| You’re through gestation so welcome to the world
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| We’ve still got vacancies just waiting to be filled
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| We’re still delivering ten thousand souls a day
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| And disproportionately packing them away
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| The starving of the multitudes and the feeding of the few
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| We’re only humanoid there’s nothing we can do
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| You must do something or we’ll all go up in smoke
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| We’d like to help but we’re afraid of losing votes
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| They never listen to you
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| They never listen to your cries
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| We’re not progressing we’re only marking time
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| You’re on your own
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| Think of your children
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| Think of your children
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| Are they welcome to the world?
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| If every Chinaman jumped up and down in sync
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| Then California would be sucked into the drink
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| You’ve all got bodies and a few of you got minds
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| We’d like to juse them but we never get the time
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| Though man’s achievements are a credit to us all
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| How come we’re stading with our backs against the wall?
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| One thousand congressmen assemble every day
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| They’ll send us packing on a dreadlock holiday
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| They’ll never listen to you
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| They’ll never listen to your cries
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| They’ll keep on talking and wasting precious time
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| You’re on your own
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| Think of your children
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| Think of your children
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| Look to your children
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| They’re only children
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| Are they welcome to the world? |