| Some people search for the holy grail
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| Run round in circles and chase their own tails
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| But you can’t really blame them for clutching at straws
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| For weeding some truth in our morals and laws
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| Some people say that revolution will descend
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| On this madness end this confusion
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| But we’ve all heard the privileged boast and preach
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| And the promised land we want is still out of reach
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| I once knew a man who wore self-righteousness
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| Like a medal on his inflated chest
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| He hated all people for breaking his rules
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| Looked down with distaste on the cowards and fools
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| He lived like a king in his castle of stone
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| And sneered at the man who worked hard for his home
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| He knew all the right words and who to defend
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| And would be with conviction the working mans friend
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| Chorus
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| Contaminated minds play judge and jury too
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| But contaminated minds are blind to truth
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| Contaminated minds speak with loudest voice
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| But not everybody has the luxury of choice |