| I’ve been guilty too, I ain’t so pure,
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| you get a little bit, you just want more.
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| Go on destroying what little we got,
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| two steps forward three steps back.
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| In this crazy world you get no chances,
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| no-one bothers with the new dances.
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| Gotta get on with the pain of living,
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| don’t look for handouts there’s none been given.
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| It’s easier to hate than to understand,
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| it’s easier to hate than to understand.
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| A clenched fist or an open hand,
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| it’s easier to hate than to understand.
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| Confusion reigns in vicious circles,
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| too much violence too many hurdles.
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| Peace of mind isn’t much to ask for,
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| hangs in the air like burnin’sulphur.
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| There’s carrots dangling everwhere,
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| the price you pay for a livin’nightmare.
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| The stench of death in every nation,
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| decay, disillusion and desperation.
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| sanity’s just a state of mind |