| 'Cause the rear rises up from the corporate slab
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| All proud and flawless for you
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| «Hello, boy,» she says and the pack dogs gather
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| Slobbering around at her heels
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| And the women all try to stretch their faces
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| Trying to look more like her
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| And then chanting her name
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| They hurl themselves
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| In, into the all-consuming fire
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| So onwards to the peace to end all peaces, yeah
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| Onward to Midas' hole
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| Where the treasures of the world reproduce themselves
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| Like a hoard of cancerous cells
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| You can track the spread of the virus
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| By the news reader’s colorful attire
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| Let’s go there now, reporting live
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| From the chaos scenes
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| In the all-consuming fire
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| So save us from these justifications
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| When every one of them is a lie
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| Pax Americana rains and rains
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| From two miles in the sky
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| Men rise from their beds
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| And shave their heads
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| And wait for the orders to come
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| But there’s still no word, there’s still no word
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| There’s still no word from the front
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| And a billion hungry eyes they are watching us
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| From beyond the citadel walls
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| We found a thousand ways to lay waste to the planet
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| And we’re gonna use them all
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| Yeah, culture in two dimensions
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| Is all that we require, because it burns so well
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| It burns so well in the all-consuming fire
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| The captain abandoned ship years ago
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| But nobody thought to inquire
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| And so the band plays on, we sail gently west
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| Into the all-consuming fire |