| Can we train our mice to spin the big wheels
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| Polish swords and beat their wives
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| Scare them to death on their ship of fools
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| Every day of their lives
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| Be the sum of all their fears
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| In this ever changing maze
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| Let them count teeth through
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| Our electric cage
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| Can we train our dogs to bite reality
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| Eat the world when they smell its fear
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| Create a dimension of make believe
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| And put it on the air
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| Can we kill their tired years
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| Keep them staring at this flame
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| To feed our jukebox God
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| When we’re out of change
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| Suspended in emergency silence
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| Her heart pounding not to give up on his life
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| Waiting in Trauma for her baby brother
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| A random pattern
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| Buzzards circling a lie
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| Are you afraid to live it all again?
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| Can we train our minds to spin their big wheels
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| Polish swords and beat our wives
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| Be angry and cold can we do it at all
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| Every day of our lives
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| When this lap dance comes too near
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| With its dirty little game
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| Now we’ve seen her tears
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| Can we buy her shame?
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| Suspected he’s in fingerprint silence
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| The man at the door said he put up a fight
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| This key is electric and the cage is murder
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| You know we’ve been through this a million times
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| And go on believing everything is all right
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| Survival in this grief stricken violence
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| Where hatred is a sanctuary and love is a cause
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| Wailing your innocence as the guilty cry louder
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| You’re turning a blind eye though you know it’s not right
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| It’s not right
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| Can we place the guilt of our disasters
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| On cosmic signs in suns and moons?
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| When the dots are connected will it ease their minds
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| Our horoscopes don’t lose |