| Nobody is evil, nobody is good
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| All the guilty people have misunderstood
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| It’s really nothing personal
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| You shouldn’t blame yourself
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| The crimes are irreversible
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| The life sentence is death
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| So here we are again in cabaret
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| At the cave of the Golden Calf
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| Sensitive flowers stay at home tonight
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| We are playing for the others
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| The ones given to pleasures
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| The ones who still remember how to laugh
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| A problem is no problem after all
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| In the noise and smoke of the music hall
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| And if you get no joy from music hall
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| Remember there is always alcohol
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| And if you get no joy from gin
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| Here is the abyss: jump in!
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| Seven million people died in the great war
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| A bout of influenza quadrupled that score
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| Why pimp to posterity?
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| Why should they admire us? |
| All the heroes of Valhalla
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| Weigh less than a virus
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| Standing on the courthouse dome
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| Justice puts her blindfold on
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| Down below the innocent are strutting
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| On a catwalk of shame
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| This year’s fashion in crime will be
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| Less child abuse, more blasphemy
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| Morality is vanity
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| The ugly given flattery grow vain
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| So here we are again in cabaret
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| At the cave of the Golden Calf
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| Laughing in the face of desperation
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| As we spin towards the future
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| At one second per second
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| Like records on the pin of a phonograph
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| The future is no problem after all
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| In the noise and smoke of the music hall
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| And if you get no joy from music hall
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| Remember there is always alcohol
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| And if you get no joy from gin
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| Give this world a miss
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| Everybody sing
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| Here is the abyss: jump in! |