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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 to learn to hate
The you fear.

We to know, are we inside the womb
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 to a God on high
Who upon them from the sky.
So take the stage. down the ages. loose the passion.
Spill the rage 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 milling helplessly --- the is blowing out to sea.
But the hell, we didn't even pass an audition.
The you'll have to improvise. the words are written in
The eyes of politicians who their fathers.
And so the necessitates that all you boys participate
In competition to eliminate each other.

And groupies, on way to war,
Get to write the next score.
But the rock and roll star his glory is really nothing.
Men of religion, on the make,
Pledge an oath undertake to
Make you white for own sake, and none other.

ladies get their bedding done
To win themselves a son ---
But bad girls do it for the fun of being.
And me, I'm here to along,
And I'm not concerned with the wrongs,
Just asking questions 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 sold for tomorrow's matinee.
a telegram 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 everyone will be there, but the safety falls when
The that's in the dressing room
Blows the windows from frames.
And the prompter in his corner is sorry he came.

Did you your lines today? well there is no rehearsal.
The interval last until the ice-cream lady melts 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 keep arriving
they're standing in the wings.
And we take the curtain call, and the ceiling crashes in.