| The balding man sits compiling his next move
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| That mortgage hangs around his neck, now feeling like a noose
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| The new gas bill, oh God, how bad he feels
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| Those kids he can’t reject, his emotional success
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| He’s a man of set opinion; |
| the weight of the world sits in his hands
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| He just cannot seem to reason so he will never understand
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| They just won’t listen to hardly anything he says
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| They simply smile politely, then with one accord turn away
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| A son stands at the pond observing the creation that is nature
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| Mother prepares dinner, roasting bacon taints the air
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| Dog sits as master barks, then leaps lovingly into the car
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| He waves and smiles emotionally, his assurance that they will go far
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| The stakes rise as each owner unfolds plans, men tempt and bait each other,
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| money exchanges hands
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| Animal love now snarling hatred, muzzle unlocked hair raised
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| He smirks from behind the wooden fence and shouts his destitute his praise
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| Teeth tear, blood splashes the face of a young child playing
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| She cries out in disapproval but daddy’s now immune to what she is saying
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| Driven mad and into frenzy, limbs torn, skin is shorn
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| Like sex perverts at their peep show, this is the ultimate in porn
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| Eyes glare. |
| Beast and master. |
| Animals both, crazed and weary
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| There can only be one real winner here; |
| the results are now seen clearly
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| Teeth marks bare where fur once protected, flesh hangs dangling in shreds
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| Their faces grimace rejected strips of meat exposed, selected
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| Bloodstains and saliva splatter the fuel of precious life
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| Master and servant segregate the ritual sacrifice
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| The sacrifice of innocents who obeyed the spoken law
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| Tired beyond indurance but the spectators cry for more
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| Death before dishonor a demand that is so obscene
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| The men they appraise each other to keep their conscience clean
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| Laughter hides the guilt they feel at every savage blow
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| Someone whispers «cruelty» but they don’t want to know
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| The balding man stands silent as slave fights for life
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| He thinks of all the good things that he has promised to his wife
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| She caught a glimpse of God through the windscreen of his car
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| She tried to rationalise her looks but time don’t heal the scars
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| Some vague association she feels with the loser of the stake
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| She stares into those sightless eyes, what use for heaven sake?
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| The TV flickers images of the ideals she once knew
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| The fresh young girls displaying soap to keep us clean and new
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| She shrugs and folds her arms as he constructs the wooden box
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| To hold his faded hope that took the heaviest of knocks
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| Like pissing in the ocean, their options disappear
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| As they think about the overheads, they know the taste of fear
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| Kids to feed and clothing they must show how much they care
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| But how to tell the birthday gift is lying dead out there
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| What should have paid for birthday cards went on the prime cut beef
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| Now celebrations of their birth make way for tears of grief
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| Did only what they thought was best to give some sense of pride
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| To give the kids a place in life and now the dream has died
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| And how to show his love for her, now she repels his touch
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| His remaining sense of manhood kicked away just like a crutch
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| He promised what he couldn’t give, the masters ruling word
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| Urged the beast to glory, but the servant never heard |