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He's travelling the road that others have shown him |
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He's following the lies that others have told him |
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His Future's on the brink... |
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And nothing's ever going to sink his ship |
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Grabs a working lunch, keeping one eye on the NASDAQ |
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Driving through the Blackwall on his way to some knock-back |
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There's no room in his soul |
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For the people he controls... but never knows |
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An in his life there's an empty space |
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He fills with doubt and shame |
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Then seals it up and destroys the key |
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And ploughs himself right back into the winning game |
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She's struggling with the problems that our hero has shown her, |
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(A few thousands miles away, in a luxury Land Rover) |
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Her children in the cold |
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While her life is bought and sold... On tiny screens |
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And as her value drops, well another one is rising |
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More fashionable crops for the ever enterprising |
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The West plays betting games |
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On the fortunes of its slaves... but never knows |
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And in her heart there's an empty space. |
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We take more from, every day. |
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But we close our eyes and pay no more hees |
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And plough ourselves right back into the winning game |
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These Two halves of the problem, |
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Are joined like the sides of a coin |
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We see them, we feel them but do nothing |
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People live in the world that we drive through |
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It's hard to even know that they're there |
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We feel them, we see them but do nothing |
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Still treading the road our education's shown us |
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Still following the lies that the media has told us |
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We're chalking up success |
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While our planet's in a mess... But never know |
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The campaigners on TV are all just raving "lefties" |
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With pullovers so dodgy and haircuts from the seventies |
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So why should we take note |
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When we can simply cast our vote for "status quo"? |
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And in our hearts there's an empty space, |
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We feel its nagging pain |
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But we take the drugs and damp it down |
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And plough ourselves right back into the winning game |
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Life, it seems not much more, |
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Than a race for an un-named prize |
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That we accept in some tear-stained ceremony |
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From people that we despise |
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And in our hearts we want nothing more, |
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Than greed and lust and pain |
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We buy and sell |
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And we crawl away |
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To count our ill-got gains |