| I was in the pub last night
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| A mutual friend of ours said
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| He’d seen you in the uniform
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| Yeah the leather belt looks manly
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| The black boots butch
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| But oh what a bastard to get off
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| Promises, promises
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| They offer real solutions
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| But hatred has never won for long
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| You was so open minded
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| But by someone blinded
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| And now your sign says closed.
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| Promises, promises
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| They offer real solutions
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| But hatred has never won for long
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| I think we’ve lost our perception —
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| I think we’ve lost sight of the goals we should
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| be working for
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| I think we’ve lost our reason
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| We stumble blindly and that vision must be restored!
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| I wish that there was something
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| I could do about it
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| I wish that there was some way
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| I could try to fight it
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| Scream and shout it —
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| But something you said set the house ablaze!
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| It is called indoctrination
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| And it happens on all levels
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| But it has nothing to do with equality
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| It has nothing to do with democracy
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| And though it professes to
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| It has nothing to do with humanity
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| It is cold, hard and mechanical. |