| Shame, shame, on you ruthless self made man
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| You’ve loaded your ambitions upon the children of this land
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| And shame, shame, on your great eternal plan
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| It’s your own diseased direction you’ll get there any way you can
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| But we can see you now
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| You can’t fool all the people
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| And we don’t believe you now
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| You can’t fool all the people all the time
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| Shame, shame, you see our lives a market place
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| We’re all consumer units in your greedy little race
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| And shame, shame, on your vision of our life
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| Your friends are carved with conquest upon the handle of your knife
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| But we can see you now
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| You can’t fool all the people
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| And we don’t believe you now
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| You can’t fool all the people all the time
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| Shame, shame, on your cool stock city guile
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| You’re pressed into your business suit and you’re polished to your smile
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| And shame, shame, on your brute dishonesty
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| You manipulate the numbers but don’t intend to set them free
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| But we can see you now
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| You can’t fool all the people
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| And we don’t believe you now
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| You can’t fool all the people all the time |