| What would you do if it all broke up
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| What would you do if the doors were shut
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| And the pearls are being eaten by the swine
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| What would you do when the worms don’t turn
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| There’s nothing left nowhere to run
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| And it’s looking slightly bleaker every day
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| Do you follow your heart, do you follow the drum
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| Do you follow the flag, do you shoulder the gun
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| Do you slow march off the edge with head held high
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| Do you do down gently without a fight
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| Do you take it on the chin and beg for more
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| When the sword is raised and the trumpet calls
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| You bow down, bow down, bow down to the Emperor’s song
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| Did you believe in the post-war dream
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| Do you hate dealing with machines
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| And one’s picking up your prayer off the phone
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| You followed advice, you followed the work
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| You followed the rules, you gave it your lot
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| But a younger man’s just taken on your job
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| We’ve all got long term contracts with the man upstairs
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| But who’s picking up the options on our souls
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| When it’s one life firm and the deal is up
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| You bow down, bow down to the Emperor’s song
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| What do you do when its all too much
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| When you’re out of luck and out of touch
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| And you can’t relate to anything they say
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| What you do when it gets too tough
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| When you want to say that enough’s enough
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| You want to walk away and just throw in the towel
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| Do you go with the grain, do you go with the tide
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| Do you go with the crowd, do you go for the ride
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| Do you hang on in until the bitter end
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| There’s a bandwagon leaving but it’s not for me
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| I’ve swallowed all the hooks and want no more
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| But when the lights are dimmed and the curtain calls
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| You bow down, bow down, to the Emperor’s song |