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Factories in the Phillipines, |
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Cutting holes in brand new jeans, |
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For cutting edge consumers, |
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Rich kids in the West you see, |
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They have no sense of irony, |
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And i'm losing my sense of humour, |
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All across the ruined sky, |
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Vapour trails multiply, trade winds are getting stronger, |
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While he says she has to chill, |
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They bring us apples from Brazil, |
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New diseases from the Congo, |
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I haven't prayed since god knows when, |
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My teeth are un-American, |
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Socialism's orphan child, |
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Unimpressed, unreconciled |
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Some people think I'm crazy.... but I'm not |
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Here comes the flood |
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Here comes the flood |
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A million t.v. dishes crown the skyline of shanty town, |
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Everywhere our apsiration, |
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The word from CNN arives, |
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We watched the headlines of our lives, |
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Each movement in isolation, |
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The cool blue line of isolation... |
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I haven't prayed since god knows when, |
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My teeth are un-American, |
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Socialism's orphan child, |
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Unimpressed, unreconciled |
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Some people think I'm crazy.... but I'm not |
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Here comes the flood |
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Here comes the flood |
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Democracy for planet earth, |
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They roll it out like Astroturf, |
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Easy men they're all in a hurry, |
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So you can wear a stupid grin, |
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Watch 'em roll the bankers in, |
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Only the bad guys amongst us need to worry |
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I haven't prayed since god knows when, |
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My teeth are un-American, |
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Socialism's orphan child, |
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Unimpressed, unreconciled |
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Some people think I'm crazy.... but I'm not |
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Here comes the flood |
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Here comes the flood |
