| Once the tranqs had hit
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| Sleeping mind, spazzed into the future
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| Every night
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| Dream of screaming death
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| Silence in a vacuum
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| What a way to die
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| Pulled apart by the absence of what sustains us
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| I didn’t dare go far
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| Years peeling faster
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| Modern Business Hymns
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| On the jump to Mars
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| And if what I saw was true
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| We’ll never make the grade
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| No matter what we saved
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| 'Cause to those that always have it
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| Money is no matter
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| And in these hungry times
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| Those trapped between stations
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| Will forget their manners
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| I didn’t dare go far
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| Saving oxygen
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| For Modern Business Hymns
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| Before the Warp Guard
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| And if what they say is true
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| We’ll never make the grade
|
| No matter what we saved
|
| 'Cause to those who always have it
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| Money is no matter
|
| And in these hungry times
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| Those trapped between stations
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| Will forget their manners
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| Around a distant star
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| Still counting credit, coin, or shell by proxy
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| Stuck on Earth
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| Eating dirt and growth from built-up respirators
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| While the rich
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| Sup on zebra mussels broiled in plankton
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| Wake me up
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| Let me live out my hours in a world that’s on the level
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| The past is full of dead men
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| The future is a cruelty
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| Resign yourself
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| The past is full of dead men
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| The future is a cruelty
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| Resign yourself
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| Hey, have you heard them say
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| «Ultimate Success Today»? |