| Is this life or is this death?
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| Well, just what makes you think it’s all for the best?
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| Do you care, can you feel the pain?
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| Two billion people being starved for your gain
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| It seems that growth never keeps us with need
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| Too many mothers got too many mouths to feed
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| Damned if we do, we’ll be damned if we don’t
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| Things have to change and we all know that they won’t
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| Will things get better?
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| Well, who can tell?
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| But if this is Heaven
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| Then show me Hell!
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| Build swords from plowshares, squeeze blood from a stone
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| And when they’ve used you, you’ll be left on your own!
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| There seems no hope as we race towards the fall
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| The war machine will consume us all
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| Violence and bloodshed, the folly of man
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| They call it progress, I call it a scam
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| Push blindly forward without asking why
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| The rich gets richer, the poor can all die!
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| Will things get better?
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| Well, who can tell?
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| But if this is Heaven
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| Then show me Hell!
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| Show me Hell!
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| Show me Hell!
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| Is this life or is this death?
|
| Well, just what makes you think it’s all for the best?
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| Do you care, can you feel the pain?
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| Two billion people being starved for your gain
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| It seems that growth never keeps us with need
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| Too many mothers got too many mouths to feed
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| Damned if we do, we’re gonna be fucked if we don’t
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| Things have to change and we all know that they won’t
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| Know they won’t, they won’t, they won’t, they won’t |