| When no one looks the clouds come rolling in
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| And under darkened skies the buildings grow big teeth and eyes
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| They breathe and walk through unending doors
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| Eating restaurants, and barber shops, and hardware stores
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| With catch phrases and jingles stealing steel and concrete lies
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| The corridors of Babylon are craning for the skies
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| Who’s behind the curtain anyway
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| Who pulls the levers and tells the lies?
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| Giants roam the land today
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| Gaining dominance with every stride
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| Oh don’t you cry for the mom and pops
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| Nothing but dry eyes for integrity’s demise
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| Hulking machines grind as whistles blow
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| Corporate Darwinism crushes everything below
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| Advances in efficiency increasing productivity
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| Are narrowing the margin for liberty
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| Who’s behind the curtain anyway
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| Who pulls the levers and tells the lies?
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| Giants roam the land today
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| Gaining dominance with every stride
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| «This house is haunted by the ghost of Adam Smith
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| The wealth of nations and the further death of innocence
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| To rule the world, the desire of every man
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| The earth is shaking, There are giants in the land.»
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| See the blood red sun is rising
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| On the broken carnage of the darkest days
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| Giants locked together arm in arm
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| Pushing all the meek out of the way
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| Who’s behind the curtain anyway
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| Who pulls the levers and tells the lies?
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| Giants roam the land today
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| Gaining dominance with every stride |