| Ayn is dead, she died in her bed
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| At the end of a terrible illness
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| Her oxygen berth untethered from earth
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| She drifted up into the stillness
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| Eleven years later, good old Yul Brenner
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| Found himself there in the ether
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| Dead Ayn Rand took Yul by the hand
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| And said, how does it feel to be free
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| Meanwhile on the planet the devil’s still at it
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| Making a killing churning out addicts
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| Everybody everywhere sucking in Ayn’s air
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| Atlas choking
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| Big tobacco sent flowers around
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| With a note and basket of options
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| If you know what’s good for you hold on to these
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| Cause everything’s going to go up up up
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| Greenspan and Stockman leading the horsemen
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| The party was just getting started
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| The Marlboro man rode into Japan
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| And looked over the water to China
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| All over the planet the devil’s still at it
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| Making a killing churning out addicts
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| Everybody everywhere sucking in Ayn’s air
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| Atlas choking
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| Rational greed, the national creed
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| Will keep things smoking along
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| So keep watching those shares, but don’t you dare share
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| The poor are that way for good reason
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| So everyone hush, utopia’s flush
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| And beckoning off in the long-run
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| Meanwhile on the planet the devil’s still at it
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| Making a killing churning out addicts
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| Everybody everywhere sucking in Ayn’s air
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| Atlas choking |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Atlas Choking , by - Richard Shindell. Song from the album Careless, in the genre Музыка мира