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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 song of some 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 plays, and by righteousness consumed?
Or just in lush 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 down the ages. 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 helplessly --- the script is blowing out to sea.
But what the hell, we didn't even an audition.
The lines you'll have to improvise. the are written in
The eyes of who despise their fathers.
And so the play necessitates that all you participate
In competition to eliminate each other.

And groupies, on way to war,
Get to the next 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 their done
To win a bouncing son ---
But bad girls do it for the fun of being.
And me, I'm to sing along,
And I'm not concerned with the 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 learn lines today? well, there is no rehearsal.
The tickets have all been for tomorrow's matinee.
a telegram from the writer,
But is no rehearsal.
The electrician has been to make the spotlights brighter.
There's one in the circle --- five hundred million in the stalls.
Simply everyone will be there, but the safety curtain when
The bomb in the dressing room
Blows the windows from frames.
And the prompter in his is sorry that he came.

Did you learn your lines today? 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 hands are chilled --- 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 stage is bricked-in.
But the keep arriving
`till standing in the wings.
And we the final curtain call, and the ceiling crashes in.