One, two, three years later. Complacency sets in. He patiently sits in. Watching the telly. Thursday to Thursday. Radio turnsday (?). Can't do nothing if you haven't got money.
Dont know how Ill make. Hiding in the cold. Will I die here waiting. How long can I fight. Nothing left but pride. Got to find a way. To make it one more night.
Raw materials are running out, there'll be no more tungsten to put in light bulbs. Because the light bulb companies used it up, making light bulbs which run out.
Another empty night surrenders to the day. Just cant seem to get out of the rain. Im getting tired of running from the pain. I could I start again. Hoping you would see.
Roll up, roll up. The greatest show on earth. Animals, clowns, freaks, misfits, contortionists. Fun for all the family. Currently residing in the 'where are they now' file.
In the garden of hell. Did you heed the warning. You lie awake in your cell. Hear the evil calling. . Look inside. This extraordinary place. Never know what youll find.
This girl, she didn't turn out quite the way she was supposed to do. This girl, she got bored of all the things they brought her up to say. She never meant them anyway.
Tell me what you feel inside?. Maybe there's a way that. You can hide. From the world that you made. . In your state of inner rage. Is it hard to see right through?.
I'm Judas Judy, panicking, got everything and nothing. Happy birthday mister president I'm here to call your bluff. From the top of the world I'm gonna jump, jump, jump.
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Said the party to the ad-man. We'll conjure up a gimmick. The way to lead an ass. Is with a carrot and a stick. . Dig down for minorities. Promise them concessions.
I fill my gin glass, I throw my head back. I wash down these travelin blues. I lost my good man down in the Bad Lands. I wanna bring him back home to me.
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No more chant your old rhymes about old Robin Hood. His feats I do little admire. I'll sing the achievements of General Ludd. Now the hero of Nottingham Shire.
So this time I know just what to do. And I might not act like you would want me too. You wont find me hanging round. Cause this girls going out. Yeah this time Ill paint the town red with my blue heart.
The tree of knowledge has been cut down. Torn from the ground, made into defenses and paper money. His own roots man severs. Mother Earth dismembered.
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