| Before us is an empty slate
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| We can impress how we please
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| Bombard them with the usual schlock
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| Whatever we’ve got up our sleeve
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| Teach them that violence
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| Can solve all their problems
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| Teach them to act on a whim
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| The horror the one we present is
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| Just where the horror begins…
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| Violent fantasy, comes reality
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| The effect will be quite a tragedy
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| We’ll point the finger!
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| We’ll point the finger!
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| We’ll point the finger!
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| We’ll point the finger!
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| Of blame, Before us is a twisted world
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| No one can work out the knots we’ve got
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| An enemy here they could be blamed for a lot
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| We’ll say they’re the problem
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| We’ll say they’re the cause
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| They’ll be the scapegoat now
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| Goatless — we’d be on the spot
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| We can’t let the truth come out
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| The pressure cracks another
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| And they know who to come
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| After whe’d be goatless
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| We’ll point the finger!
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| We’ll point the finger!
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| We’ll point the finger!
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| We’ll point the finger!
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| The pressure cracks another
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| And they know who to come
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| After whe’d be goatless |