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

The bigger the roadside
the denser the cloud
nothing on that churning screen
Just nonsense that might
"Like it? Good. No? Tough!
Pen them in and them up
Slow march, eyes
Save all your for your Saturday night!"

[(Your curse)?]

You earn but you oppressed
The armour do with a test
Why not betray lover's trust?
Go ahead and push it until it
You're back on the again
No armour, no dreams, no
The worst pain is behind the
the killer of futures hides, still hides

They've the backstreets, you can't hide
If you feel brave, just step
where all stink the same
Where night with cries of:

Well, we laughed dawn about the coming hell
[...?]
We learned to without rest or hope
but never admit we live a joke
The patient is fading
Oh, but it, it's just an act