| No, there are no easy answers
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| To sum up the problems which we face
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| History’s a lesson, let us learn by our mistakes
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| Just don’t expect to make sense
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| Out of what you see
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| For I can tell you now that
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| Knowing is believing
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| So if you open your mind you might understand
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| You’re the victim of a big time government scam
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| And though you may not be inclined to believe
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| The man behind the desk does get paid to deceive
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| You live in your little dream world
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| You’re much too cool to care
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| I really have to warn you
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| I think it’s only fair
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| They await the final hour
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| As happy as they are sick
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| Laughing so hysterically
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| At all those who they’ve tricked
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| Who an I to tell you who to believe in When all the masks they seem so damn deceiving?
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| How can I say to you, «You be free»
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| That would never bring about mass anarchy
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| Now, would it?
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| From sun up to sun down
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| Decisions make my head spin round
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| Make me drunk, sick and tired
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| Keep me up 'til I retire
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| And while I could be out barhopping
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| Meat market, rocker chick shopping
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| Out there, chasing my dick
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| In it’s never ending search for chicks
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| But, I’d rather be sleeping
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| In my bed, crashed out
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| A slice of death, wrapped up All in wool, passed out
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| Drunk, you stupid fool
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| In my bed, crashed out
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| A slice of death, wrapped up All in wool, passed out
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| Drunk, you stupid fool
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| No more waking hassles
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| Weary of the daily battles
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| So on my bed, I lay curled
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| No more waking hassles
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| Weary of the daily battles
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| So on my bed, I lay curled
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| A «could be"man of the world
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| But, I’d rather be sleeping
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| In my bed, crashed out
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| A slice of death, wrapped up All in wool, passed out
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| Drunk, you stupid fool
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| In my bed, crashed out
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| A slice of death, wrapped up All in wool, passed out
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| Drunk, you stupid fool |