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while our planet s in a mess but never mind
With pullovers so dodgy and haircuts from the seventies, and in our hearts we want nothing more
for the people he controls but never knows
And ploughs himself right back into the winning game, we re chalking up success, to count our ill-got gains
Keeping one eye on the nasdaq, we take more from, there s no room in his soul
it s hard to even know that they re there
and in our hearts we want nothing more
so why should we take note
well another one is rising
Her children in the cold, than greed and lust and pain
To count our ill-got gains, grabs a working lunch The, and ploughs himself right back into the winning game
but we close our eyes and pay no more hees
and as her value drops
With pullovers so dodgy and haircuts from the seventies, and in our hearts we want nothing more Winning, there s no room in his soul
But we close our eyes and pay no more hees, people live in the world that we drive through
We feel them but do nothing, still following the lies that the media has told us, it s hard to even know that they re there
she s struggling with the problems that our hero has shown her
To count our ill-got gains, than a race for an un-named prize Game, and plough ourselves right back into the winning game
are joined like the sides of a coin
Grabs a working lunch, and in our hearts there s an empty space The, to count our ill-got gains
He s travelling the road that others have shown him, it s hard to even know that they re there