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A)

In long years of time, stood alone a friend of mine.
by the ever-burning sigh of a God who happened by.
And in the dawn, there came the of some sweet lady singing 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 passion plays, and by consumed?
Or in lush contentment of our souls?

And so the age of man.
left his body in the sand.
Their glasses raised to a God on
Who smiled upon from the sky.
So take the stage. spin the ages. loose the passion.
Spill the 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.
the air and he says, ``well, that's that --- I'm going.''
The milling helplessly --- the script is blowing out to sea.
But the hell, we didn't even pass an audition.
The lines you'll have to improvise. the words are in
The eyes of who despise their fathers.
And so the play necessitates that all you boys
In competition to eliminate each other.

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

While get their 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 belong an answer.
The God is laughing up his
As he pours another cup of tea,
And he waves to you and me,
At for now.

C) no

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

Did you learn your lines well there is no rehearsal.
The interval will last until the ice-cream lady away.
The twelve piece are here, but there is no rehearsal.
The first hands 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 audience keep
they're standing in the wings.
And we take the final call, and the ceiling crashes in.