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In rags in normal place
diesel machines roar by
Pale dawn, at the scrapyard
Fast food and hardware mines
Not or frowning they,
the shades on the of town,
unpaid, idle, shape
to the gravity they say
has dragged this down
This country down
Close off the backstreets, goes
Bring on the ice, the game-shows:

The bigger the crowd
the the gameshow cloud
There's on that churning screen
Just nonsense might mean:
"Like it? Good. No? Tough!
Pen them in and shut up
march, eyes right
Save all your revolution for your night!"

[(Your curse)?]

You earn but you oppressed
The armour could do with a
Why not your lover's trust?
Go and push it until it bursts
You're on the streets again
No armour, no dreams, no
The worst is behind the eyes
Where the killer of hides, still hides

They've closed the backstreets, you hide
If you feel brave, step outside
where all stink the same
Where night with cries of:

Well, we laughed till dawn the coming hell
[...?]
We learned to live rest or hope
but [you'll?] admit we live a joke
The patient is fading
Oh, but it, it's just an act