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A)

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

We want to know, are we the womb
Of passion plays, and by consumed?
Or in lush 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 take the stage. down the ages. loose the passion.
Spill the rage upon your son who the gun up to your head ---
The begun.

B)

god, the director, smells a rat.
Pulls another rabbit his hat.
Sniffs the air and he says, ``well, that --- I'm going.''
The actors milling helplessly --- the is blowing out to sea.
But what the hell, we didn't even an audition.
The lines you'll to improvise. the words are written in
The eyes of who despise their fathers.
And so the play necessitates all you boys participate
In fierce 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 god's own sake, and other.

While get their bedding 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 concerned with the wrongs,
Just asking questions that without an answer.
The God is laughing up his
As he himself another cup of tea,
And he waves to you and me,
At for now.

C) no

Did you your 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 the spotlights brighter.
There's one seat in the circle --- five million in the stalls.
Simply everyone will be there, but the safety falls when
The bomb in the dressing room
Blows the from their frames.
And the in his corner is sorry that he came.

Did you learn your lines today? well is no rehearsal.
The interval will last until the lady melts away.
The piece orchestra are here, but there is no rehearsal.
The first violinist's hands are --- he's gone deaf in both ears.
Well, the scenery is colourful, but the 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 take the curtain call, and the ceiling crashes in.