| Where do you begin to explain the mess
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| The mess you made of it?
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| I was only out for half an hour
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| I said «please, look after it»
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| You had to think that you know best
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| And forget all the golden rules
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| You ignored the difficult truth
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| And opened the door to fools
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| Now I see the strong ones make
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| I see the weak ones break
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| I see you running out of time
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| You got a finger in every pie
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| Well, what did I expect?
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| You made an art-form out of talking shit
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| And partying 'til you’re wrecked
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| In the small hours it’s so easy to feel
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| You’ve got some big ideas
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| But in the morning you should put them away
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| Cos' you know they’ll end in tears
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| I see the strong ones fake
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| While the weak can’t stay awake
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| You know you’re always on my mind
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| And football’s all about training shoes
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| Yeah, it’s added up to this
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| And religion’s all about bums on seats
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| And if you’re livin' in the West
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| Mum’s apple pie is full of 'E's
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| And Dad ain’t at his best
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| His new car was designed by God
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| But Jesus, he looks a mess
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| I see the strong ones take
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| I see the weak, the weak ones ache
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| You know it’s always on my mind
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| While we’re busying ourselves with mines
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| The chemists are working late
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| They gotta breed an indestructible gene
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| To wipe us all away
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| They’re just following their inquisitiveness
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| Well, that’s what they like to say
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| But it sounds like they’re just following orders
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| Like the Nazis used to say
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| I see the gas clouds shake
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| I see the rivers ache
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| You know it’s always on my mind
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| What kind of music are you playing there, son?
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| What is that old machine?
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| Doesn’t matter I can’t hear the words
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| Cos' I don’t care what they mean
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| Yeah I believe you
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| You’re a real street fighter
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| Gonna change the system from within
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| Hey watch this guy, he’s a bare faced liar
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| Yeah, that’s, that’s him in the limousine
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| I hear your bullshit take
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| I hear your drum-machine break
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| You know it’s always on my mind
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| If Jesus came now
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| He’d say «Lord get me outta here
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| Cos' I, I just can’t handle this»
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| The Lord would say
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| «Hey Jesus what d’ya mean?
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| It was always going to be this way»
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| «All Mighty Father, you are full of shit
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| Cos' the folks down here, don’t wanna be saved
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| Why have they forsaken themselves?
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| And used hypocritical armour-plating»
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| I see the strong ones take
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| I see the weak ones break
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| You know it’s always on my mind
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| If you were passing in a space vehicle
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| And you came close to Planet Earth
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| You wouldn’t stop by for tea
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| Cos' of the screaming that you heard
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| And the lying, and the cheating, and the gnashing of teeth
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| And the straight-ahead mental deformation
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| You’d head on to Venus
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| With its welcoming sulphuric acid precipitation
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| Who’d want to stop where the strong ones reign
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| But they won’t ease the weak ones pain?
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| You know out of sight would be really out of mind
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| Well, I’m sittin' here watching little kids starve
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| And worlds get thrown away
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| I’m thinking there’s just gonna be more
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| Before any goodness has its way
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| I’m sick of feeling sick of you
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| You’re too smart to be like this
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| But you’ve got no legends that will guide your soul
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| Now you’re really taking the piss
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| I see the weak ones strong someday
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| Not in any silly Communist way
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| More like in the movement of Elvis' hip-sway
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| When civilisation comes and stays
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| When all the corporations have gone away
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| When laughing gas is handed out on the Big Love Day
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| When egos are driven underground cos' they get no approbation
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| When boys and girls are laughing in every nation
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| When the Truth is pursued for relaxation
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| When living with the world is our aspiration
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| When there’s no mileage in hate, and no gas-stations
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| And the creatures are protected from mammals to crustaceans
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| And the soul has found it’s liberation
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| You know this is always on my mind |