| Stop and take a look around.
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| You’ll find out this ain’t about the music that we grew to love
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| «Watson what where we thinking of?»
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| Killers of our own belief glowing green eyed slaves to our greed
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| Monsters obscuring the sun laughing at what our dreams have become.
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| What happened to the scene? |
| «it sucks cock on national TV».
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| Where you thought how to sing and dance or did you stand there waiting for an
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| answer
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| Wake up.
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| Talented under exposed.
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| True procrastination pros
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| Crossers of deadlines.
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| Wake up now.
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| Speaking back at present tense.
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| Too short to climb over the fence.
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| Winners of our time.
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| This ain’t about the music it’s about incomes and benefits
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| The beast has to be fed «with punk rock jokes and metal heads»
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| Chewed and crunched by rusty jaws. |
| still unaware starting rounds of applause
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| And giving it up fo those who think it’s about tats and fancy clothes
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| A shirt a pair a shoes a fucking pose
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| Is that all that we’re standing for?
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| Wake up
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| From their plastic paradise
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| One last chance to say goodbye
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| Buried in the dirt.
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| Wake up now.
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| Pull your head out of the sand
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| Come back from never never land
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| Sing for better days.
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| Maybe now that you’ve felt what it’s like you’ll know what it means to be
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| Caught inside a sixteen feet high golden cage with no escape and nowhere left
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| to hide
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| The victim plays the villain in this part. |
| Roy Sheider is the shark. |