| Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers
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| Nurses, queens and drones
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| Wish they’d leave my head tonight
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| Let me rest my bones
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| A billion feet sound just like a billion drums
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| A bed is creaking as the new messiah comes
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| The cars are crashing and the bacon is hacked
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| The coffin’s lowered and the lunches get packed
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| Still segregating 'cause we insects are too proud
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| Doesn’t matter what colour of cat you are there’s no dogs allowed
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| And the screaming sky won’t let me sleep
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| The stars are laughing at us
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| As we crawl on and on across this antheap
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| War planes go over but no wages go 'round
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| A sign goes up to say hey we’re twin towned
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| The dough is rising but no bread will be baked
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| The fur is genuine but the orgasm’s faked
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| We’re spending millions to learn to speak porpoise
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| When human loneliness is still a deafening noise
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| And the screaming sky won’t let me sleep
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| The stars are laughing at us
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| As we crawl on and on across this antheap
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| Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers
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| Nurses, queens and drones
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| Wish they’d leave my head tonight
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| And let me rest my bones
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| And all the world’s babies are crying still
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| While all the police cars harmonize with power drills
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| As jets and kettles form a chord with screeching gulls
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| Accompanied by truncheons keeping time on human skulls
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| And the screaming sky won’t let me sleep
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| The stars are laughing at us
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| As we crawl on and on past lovers who’ll leap
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| On and on past widows who’ll weep
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| On and on no more than skin deep
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| On and on across this antheap
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| On and on, on and on
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| On and on, on and on
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| On and on, on and on
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| On and on, on and on
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| On and on, on and on
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| On and on |