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resisting the fuckers
there’s all around us this bowing, the cap tip
the forelock tug to gun and money
to all the powers that be
don’t you see!
they’re burning the place down
they’re raising the sea up over us
it’s getting hot, getting hotter
they’re saying ‘nothing to see here’
ka-ching!
still the notes pour out of my head
lyrics along
with
elsewhere there’s an orchestra
someone depicts the day --- just a guess
a song the skin goes under
some of us are joining the dots
King Rat says follow me down the gurgler of history
money won’t cut it
here in eternity
three coffins – oil and gas and coal
it’s poor old world in the sorry socks
the dinosaur dance goes on
and what’s what?
the truth washed up on a beach somewhere
somewhere remote
thought maybe it would be safe there
the teeth were lacking, it didn’t taste right
guess that’s why we threw it back in
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