| I’m sick of the sight of those children of gloom
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| And those there spouting speeches
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| All their talk in speech balloons
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| You know, I’d like to educate them
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| Though I don’t suppose they’d care
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| To dig around the roots that grew their boots, salutes and hair
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| They’re here to stay in this crooked game
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| That they’re expecting to play for no return
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| So soon they learn for all their pain
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| They’re tied up in chains that appear to change
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| We feel we must be others and that this is more than that
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| If egos are inflated they can crush a people flat
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| Once we took a break and stopped and smelt and felt the Dacchau air
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| If I’d thought I had a point I had it strengthen over there
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| We’re her to stay in this crooked game
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| That we’re expecting to play for some return
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| But soon you learn for all your pain
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| You’re tied up in chain, your fears have made
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| So Operation Degradation
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| Spring again to action
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| For that fairy-tale faction
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| And their custom-built crusade
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| We’re here to stay in this crooked game
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| That we’re expected to play for no return
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| And soon you learn for all your pain
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| You’re tied up in chains your parents made
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| We’re here to stay in this crooked game
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| That we’re expected to play for no return
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| And soon you learn for all your pain
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| You’re tied up in chains your parents made
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| And they were dangling by chains their parents made
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| And they were dangling by chains their parents made |