| Sweet dreams all met with derision
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| This train, it was armed for collision
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| It’s a shame, it’s a shame, it’s a shame
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| Clap your hands in the sparkle and glitter
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| Shake your heads at the twisted and bitter
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| Oh they don’t know how lucky they are
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| Foot down for the alienation
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| Look on as your love, it gets lost in translation
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| To a language that nobody understands
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| There are smiles as they erode and corrupt you
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| Of the great expectations you could never live up to
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| We are lost, we are lost, we are lost
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| Get your coat, 'cause the righteous are leaving
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| 'Cause they can’t work out what the hell to believe in
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| It’s a shame, it’s a shame, it’s a shame
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| No abandon, no heartfelt desire
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| No love could be worth getting fired
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| For real, it’s surreal, it’s so real
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| So paint over the cracks and then cover
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| What you thought was the worst ever pain with another
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| And the first one, it always comes free
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| How they love you so cold and so vicious
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| With friends like these, well who needs politicians
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| The first one, it always comes free
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| They tell you heroin takes like ice cream
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| Clever men know all that and all this
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| And they will talk and they talk and they don’t fucking listen
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| It’s a shame, it’s a shame, it’s a shame
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| It’s no life, but God, it’s a living
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| Come on, Jesus Christ, come back, all is forgiven
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| We are lost, we are lost, we are lost
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| Have no fear of the state of the nation
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| Let the facts have no bearing on public relations
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| It’s a shame, it’s a shame, it’s a shame
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| What a model of Christian behaviour
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| Preach on with the message of «Go fuck thy neighbour»
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| It’s a shame, it’s a shame, it’s a shame, it’s a shame, it’s a shame
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| Watch your step by the crowd of fanatics
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| While they kill in the name of applied mathematics
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| Hate the system even though you invented it
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| Go kill your brothers and claim self defence of it
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| Picking up all the secrets and tricks to being
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| One of the guys whom the shit never sticks to
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| Take you seats for the final calamity
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| Don’t you look serious, hell, what can the matter be?
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| Another day and the rot’s getting faster
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| And all the machines started killing the master
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| It’s a shame, it’s a shame, it’s a shame, it’s a shame, it’s a shame |