| One day the devil came above ground
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| One day the devil came above ground
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| To study his interests
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| He saw everything
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| The devil, he heard everything
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| And having seen all
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| Having heard all
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| He returned to his home below
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| And down below
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| They organised a grand feast
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| At the end of this feast
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| The devil rose to deliver his speach
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| This is the jist of what he said
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| Okay!
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| Okay
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| The world up there is like a sea
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| Of raging fires that spit and roar
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| Okay
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| And man has fought like crazy
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| With dangerous games of war
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| Okay
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| Trains are derailed
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| A crash
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| His boys filled with ideals
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| Place bombs on the tracks
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| Well that creates original death
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| That death creates without confession
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| Confessions without remission
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| Okay
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| Nothing is sold
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| But all is bought
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| Honour and sainthood
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| Okay
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| And states change secretly
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| Into anonymous societies
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| Okay hey hey
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| And the mighty extort their dollars
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| From countries that are poor
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| And europe also rips the scars
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| With its post colonial gorge
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| That creates death from starvation
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| And starvation of nations
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| Okay
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| And man has seen so much of it That his eyes have become grey
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| Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| And no songs seem to exist
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| Except when sung on stage
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| Okay
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| They dispense with hired thugs
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| And jack-ass poets get the elbow
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| But in the papers everywhere
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| Every shit has his photo
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| That creates evil in honest folk
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| And laughter in dishonest ones
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