| The goose has gotten fat
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| On caviar and fancy bars
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| And subprime loans
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| And broken homes
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| Is this the life, the holy grail?
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| It’s not enough that we succeed
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| We still need others to fail
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| Fear, fear drives the mills of modern man
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| Fear keeps us all in line
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| Fear of all those foreigners
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| Fear of all their crimes
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| Is this the life we really want?
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| It surely must be so
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| For this is a democracy and what we all say goes
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| And every time a student is run over by a tank
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| And every time a pirate’s dog is forced to walk the plank
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| Every time a Russian bride is advertised for sale
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| And every time a journalist is left to rot in jail
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| Every time a young girl’s life is casually spent
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| And every time a nincompoop becomes the president
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| Every time somebody dies reaching for their keys
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| And every time that Greenland falls in the fucking sea it’s because
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| All of us, the blacks and whites
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| Chicanos, Asians — every type of ethnic group
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| Even folks from Guadaloupe, the old, the young
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| Toothless hags, supermodels, actors, fags, bleeding hearts
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| Football stars, men in bars, washer women, tailors, tarts
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| Grannies, grandpas, uncles, aunts
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| Friends, relations, homeless tramps
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| Clerics, truckers, cleaning ladies, ants
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| Maybe not ants
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| Why not ants?
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| Well, because it’s true
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| The ants don’t have enough IQ to differentiate between
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| The pain that other people feel
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| And well, for instance, cutting leaves
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| Or crawling across window sills
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| In search of open treacle tins
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| So like the ants, are we just dumb?
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| Is that why we don’t feel or see
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| Or are we all just numbed out on reality TV?
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| So every time
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| The curtain falls
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| Every time the curtain falls on some forgotten life
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| It is because we all stood by silent and indifferent
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| It’s normal! |