| I watch the tv every night,
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| I stay awake by satellite,
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| I hope and pray the nightmares,
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| Stay away today.
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| An oily shroud on a coral reef,
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| A black clouds hanging over me.
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| When I hit on the remote,
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| The programmes stay the same.
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| Credo, credo, credo, credo.
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| An assegai slick with sweat and blood,
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| A shotgun barks at a rabid dog,
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| A shallow grave hugs a highway,
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| Beneath a bleaching sun.
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| Credo, credo, credo, credo,
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| It dont mean nothin; |
| it dont mean nothin
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| It dont mean nothin; |
| it dont mean nothin to me.
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| When cancer sucks a young girls breast.
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| When a company chains a young mans soul
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| When the coal dust stole
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| My grandads breath away.
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| A tattered tramp tacks a windy wynd,
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| To close a crowded circle a braziers light,
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| A man becomes a mountain, in the falling snow.
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| A mother screams and a baby cries.
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| The memory gone before the blood has dried.
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| A needle pricks the conscience,
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| To help it fade away.
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| The more you scream, the less you hear,
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| Or thats how it used to be.
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| But I just cant tell the difference
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| Anymore these days.
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| The open lips of an alter boy,
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| A planet spins in a silent void,
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| The options are ever fewer
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| On the ground these days
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| sic. |
| is this supposed to be altar? |
| this is how it appears on the lyric sheet. |