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

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

[(Your curse)?]

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

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

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