| Sometimes I’m invisible,
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| just another PIN number.
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| I put my card in the machine.
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| I pay to withdraw my soul,
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| spend more,
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| consume,
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| look rich.
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| And all the corporations
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| have a duty to the shareholders
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| to sit round a big table
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| and cut every slice just as fat.
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| they’ve got to make more
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| consume
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| get rich.
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| But if money is invisible
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| and it generally makes you miserable.
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| Do you see where I’m going with this
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| what are we all hunting?
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| tatoot-ta-ta.
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| totootatoto
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| And here am I
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| on a mountain.
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| I’m ever so high on a mountain.
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| Sometimes I just stand on a mountain
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| of thoughts like these.
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| What if all the universities
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| have their spinoff companies?
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| What if you’re a bright spark?
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| You’re working before you know you are,
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| head down,
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| research,
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| don’t ask what for.
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| Sometimes we throw a party
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| get a little arty
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| roll our stockings down
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| dance round the kitchen, the kitchen, the kitchen.
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| We get high,
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| let go,
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| get loud,
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| And the neighbours are banging on the walls.
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| They want to bring back hanging, of course.
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| What are we all hunting here,
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| what are we all hunting?
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| tatoot-ta-ta.
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| totootatoto
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| tatoot-ta-ta.
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| totootatoto
|
| And here am I in a front room
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| in a Galloway
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| He’s on the TV
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| asking all the questions
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| I just love to ask.
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| Like what about the war,
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| what was that for?
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| Yeah, what about the war,
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| what was that for?
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| We want peace,
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| release,
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| let go…
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| Sometimes we throw a party.
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| we get a little arty.
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| We get our instruments out.
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| Play round the table, the table, the table.
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| It gets us high
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| we let go,
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| we get loud
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| And the neighbours are banging on the walls.
|
| They want to bring back hanging, of course.
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| What are we all hunting,
|
| what are we all hunting?
|
| tatoot-ta-ta.
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| totootatoto
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| tatoot-ta-ta.
|
| totootatoto
|
| And here am I
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| on this mountain
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| and I’m ever so high on a mountain.
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| Sometimes I just sit on a mountain
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| of thoughts like these.
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| Sometimes I’m invisible,
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| just another PIN number.
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| I put my card in the machine
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| withdraw my soul again. |