| The actors milling helplessly--
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| The script is blowing out to sea
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| But what the hell, we didn’t even pass an audition
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| The lines you’ll have to improvise
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| The words are written in the eyes
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| Of politicians who despise their fathers
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| And so the play necessitates
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| That all you boys participate
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| In fierce competition to eliminate each other
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| And groupies, on their way to war
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| Get to write the next film score
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| But the rock and roll star knows his glory is really nothing
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| Men of religion, on the make
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| Pledge an oath they undertake
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| To make you wise for God’s own sake, and none other
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| While ladies get their bedding done
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| To win themselves a bouncing son--
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| But bad girls do it for the fun of just being
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| And me, I’m here to sing along
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| And I’m not concerned with righting wrongs
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| Just asking questions that belong without an answer
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| But God is laughing up his sleeve
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| As He pours himself another cup of tea
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| And He waves good-bye to you and me, at least for now |