| Short were the days of the wise man, went up the hill and never came back
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| A stubborn soul will fight anything, a restless soul won’t just settle in
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| Left home in search for a paradise, found a place for parasites,
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| like leaches they sucked him dry
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| Numbed the pain, with bottles of whiskey… He’d become all empty
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| On that day, he went up that hill, couldn’t go on by remaining still
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| Gave him some and took some more, made him their slave, became a whore
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| There was no other choice for it to end, just to look at the bullet with a grin
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| So won’t you stand and hail this institution, this is the enticement,
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| your one last solution
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| These were the days of the wise man, went up the hill and stumbled back
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| Lost it all and everything, such a will to fly, they lured him in
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| On that day, he went up that hill, couldn’t go on by remaining still
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| Gave him some and took some more, made him their slave, became a whore
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| There was no other choice for it to end, just to look at the bullet with a grin
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| So won’t you stand and hail this institution, this is the enticement,
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| your one last solution
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| You can fight against but these walls will stand
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| For every brick you take you’ll fight a wicked man |