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A)

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

We want to know, are we the womb
Of passion plays, and by consumed?
Or just in lush of our souls?

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

B)

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

And groupies, on way to war,
Get to write the film score.
But the rock and roll star 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 bedding done
To win themselves a son ---
But bad do it for the fun of just being.
And me, I'm to sing along,
And I'm not concerned the righting wrongs,
Just asking questions that without an answer.
The God is up his sleeve
As he himself another cup of tea,
And he goodbye to you and me,
At for now.

C) no

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

Did you learn lines today? well there is no rehearsal.
The interval will last until the ice-cream melts away.
The twelve piece orchestra are here, but is no rehearsal.
The first violinist's hands are --- 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 door is bricked-in.
But the keep arriving
`till standing in the wings.
And we take the curtain call, and the ceiling crashes in.