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From the land of advertisements, |
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Appliances and science, |
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Corporation giants, |
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Television violence, ahh. |
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Ahh.. |
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To the land of entertainment, |
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And video survailance. |
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Natives here are famous, |
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Make-up painted on their faces, ahh. |
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Ahh.. |
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The streets ain't gold anymore. |
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We're tired and we're hungry and we're bored, oh. |
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No-one on the seas has seen |
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The fever of the steam machine, |
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The deities and guillotines, |
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Meaninglessly teetering. |
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Ahh.. |
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Boats and oars and broken boards |
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Living on the ocean floor. |
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Rearange the furntiure. |
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What more were you hoping for? |
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Ahh.. |
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The streets ain't gold. |
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We're tired and we're hungry and we're bored, oh. |
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Sea to sea and shore to shore, |
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There's nothing left here to explore. From |
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Street to street and door to door, |
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We're bored. |
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So, if it all should start again |
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And the king's men come marching in, |
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Careful who you're following; |
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They've lied about a lot of things. |
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The streets ain't gold anymore. |
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We're tired and we're hungry and we're bored, oh. |
