| As we get older, there’s nothing surer
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| The rich get richer, the poor get poorer
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| Those small misfortunes all start to pile up And it gets harder to keep a smile up But we keep hoping, while all dreams linger
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| That we’ll get lucky one fine day
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| Then once again fate gives us the finger
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| Once again with a sigh
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| We look up to the sky
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| With a quizzical eye
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| And quietly say:
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| What are they doing to us now?
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| What’s the latest ruin to us now?
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| Someone up there is getting careless
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| What are they doing to us now?
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| Anyhow, what are they doing to us now?
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| Makes no difference if a man is slave or king born
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| He always is to pain and suffering
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| Naked, he’s pushed out his new life to begin
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| Ain’t or not
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| The awkward way that he came in?
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| When did he understand just why he’s here
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| Clap comes from the dark
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| A big smack on the rear
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| From then on continuous without a stop
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| Ah, life’s the same old story
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| Clop, clop, clop, clop, clop, clop
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| Science keeps advancing always on the run
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| All they seem to do is take from life the fun
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| Smoking, on and on,
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| It wears your heart away
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| Drinking shrinks for you the level day by day
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| Eating makes you fat
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| You weighted down to check
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| Sex you do, you don’t, you’ll have a nervous wreck
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| Future generations we are all to one
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| Hey, then do yourself a favor: don’t get born,
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| Don’t get born, don’t get born!
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| What are they doing to us now?
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| What’s the latest ruin to us now?
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| Careless, what are they doing to us now?
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| What are they doing…
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| What are they doing…
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| What are they doing…
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| What are they doing…
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| What are they doing to us now? |