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A)

In long years of ancient time, 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 singing in his ear.
Your God has gone, and from now on, you'll have to 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 upon them from the sky.
So the stage. spin down 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.
another rabbit from his hat.
Sniffs the air and he says, ``well, that --- I'm going.''
The actors milling helplessly --- the script is out to sea.
But the hell, we didn't even pass an audition.
The lines you'll to improvise. the words are written in
The eyes of politicians who their fathers.
And so the play that all you boys participate
In fierce competition to each other.

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

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

C) no

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

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