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A)

In years of ancient time, stood alone a friend of mine.
Reflected by the ever-burning sigh of a God who by.
And in the dawn, there came the song of some sweet lady in his ear.
Your God has gone, and now on, you'll have to learn to hate
The you fear.

We want to know, are we inside the
Of plays, and by righteousness consumed?
Or just in contentment of our souls?

And so the age of man.
They left his in the sand.
Their glasses raised to a God on
Who smiled them from the sky.
So take the stage. spin the ages. loose the passion.
Spill the rage upon your son who holds the gun up to head ---
The begun.

B)

Then god, the director, a rat.
Pulls rabbit from his hat.
Sniffs the air and he says, ``well, that --- I'm going.''
The actors helplessly --- the script is blowing out to sea.
But what the hell, we didn't pass an audition.
The lines you'll to improvise. the words are written in
The eyes of politicians who despise fathers.
And so the play that all you boys participate
In competition to eliminate each other.

And groupies, on way to war,
Get to the next film score.
But the rock and star knows his glory is really nothing.
Men of religion, on the make,
an oath they undertake to
Make you white for god's own sake, and other.

While ladies get their done
To win a bouncing son ---
But bad do it for the fun of just being.
And me, I'm here to along,
And I'm not concerned with the wrongs,
asking questions that belong without an answer.
The God is laughing up his
As he himself another cup of tea,
And he waves to you and me,
At for now.

C) no

Did you your lines today? well, there is no rehearsal.
The tickets have all been for tomorrow's matinee.
There's a telegram the writer,
But is no rehearsal.
The electrician has been to make the spotlights brighter.
There's one seat in the --- five hundred million in the stalls.
Simply will be there, but the safety curtain falls when
The bomb that's in the room
the windows from their frames.
And the prompter in his corner is sorry he came.

Did you learn your today? well there is no rehearsal.
The interval last until the ice-cream lady melts away.
The twelve orchestra are here, but there is no rehearsal.
The first violinist's are chilled --- he's gone deaf in both ears.
Well, the scenery is colourful, but the is so damn thin.
You see the behind is crumbling,
And the stage is bricked-in.
But the keep arriving
`till they're in the wings.
And we take the final curtain call, and the crashes in.