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A)

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

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

And so the age of man.
They left his in the sand.
Their glasses to a God on high
Who smiled upon from the sky.
So the stage. spin down the ages. loose the passion.
Spill the rage upon 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 actors milling helplessly --- the script is out to sea.
But what the hell, we didn't pass an audition.
The you'll have to improvise. the words are written in
The of politicians who despise their fathers.
And so the play that all you boys participate
In fierce competition to eliminate other.

And groupies, on way to war,
Get to write the film score.
But the rock and roll knows his glory is really nothing.
Men of religion, on the make,
Pledge an they undertake to
you white for god's own sake, and none other.

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

C) no

Did you learn lines today? well, there is no rehearsal.
The have 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.
one seat in the circle --- five hundred million in the stalls.
Simply everyone will be there, but the safety falls when
The bomb that's in the dressing
the windows from their frames.
And the prompter in his corner is sorry he came.

Did you your lines today? well there is no rehearsal.
The interval will last until the ice-cream lady away.
The piece orchestra are here, but there is no rehearsal.
The first violinist's hands are chilled --- gone deaf in both ears.
Well, the is colourful, but the paint is so damn thin.
You see the wall is crumbling,
And the door is bricked-in.
But the keep arriving
they're standing in the wings.
And we the final curtain call, and the ceiling crashes in.