| Show me a politician who’s a man we can trust
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| And if I ever meet him then I think I’ll have him stuffed
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| Look out of the window, see not one happy face
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| The only splash of colour’s the graffiti 'round the place
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| It’s hard to even crawl
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| With your back up against the wall
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| I find it hard to sleep at night
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| I feel that the worst is yet to come
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| Social helter-skelter ride the downward spiral has begun
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| Are some people just born bad
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| Or is it how we all become?
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| Human termites driven mad in the concrete mound of the rising slum
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| The people who are dark fear the people who are fair
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| And hippies live in terror of the guys who have no hair
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| The saddest thing of all, what I really find grim
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| Is we haven’t yet noticed what a mess we’re all in
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| It’s hard to even crawl
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| Now your back’s up against the wall
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| I find it hard to sleep at night
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| I feel that the worst is yet to come
|
| Social helter-skelter ride the downward spiral has begun
|
| Are some people just born bad
|
| Or is it how we all become?
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| Human termites driven mad in the concrete mound of the rising slum
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| The «whether man» says that the outlook’s not great
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| A few outbreaks of murder with some isolated rape
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| I ask my doctor his advice, this is what he says
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| «Get yourself some cancer, boy, before you die of AIDS»
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| It’s hard to even crawl
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| With your back up against the wall
|
| I find it hard to sleep at night
|
| I feel that the worst is yet to come
|
| Social helter-skelter ride the downward spiral has begun
|
| Are some people just born bad
|
| Or is it how we all become?
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| Human termites driven mad in the concrete mound of the rising slum |