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Shame, shame, on you ruthless self made man |
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You've loaded your ambitions upon the children of this land |
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And shame, shame, on your great eternal plan |
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It's your own diseased direction you'll get there any way you can |
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But we can see you now |
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You can't fool all the people |
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And we don't believe you now |
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You can't fool all the people all the time |
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Shame, shame, you see our lives a market place |
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We're all consumer units in your greedy little race |
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And shame, shame, on your vision of our life |
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Your friends are carved with conquest upon the handle of your knife |
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But we can see you now |
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You can't fool all the people |
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And we don't believe you now |
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You can't fool all the people all the time |
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Shame, shame, on your cool stock city guile |
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You're pressed into your business suit and you're polished to your smile |
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And shame, shame, on your brute dishonesty |
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You manipulate the numbers but don't intend to set them free |
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But we can see you now |
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You can't fool all the people |
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And we don't believe you now |
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You can't fool all the people all the time |
