| They started work this morning
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| Down at city square
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| They’re pulling down the statues
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| Of our great grandfather’s hero
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| The new books say he wasn’t such
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| A great man after all
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| And anyway remember that the times
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| They are a-changing.
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| Pull it down, drag it down
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| Drag it down, pull it down
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| Till there’s nothing to look up to
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| But the brand names on the posters
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| All around.
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| They proved on television last night
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| God was just a lie
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| He never made the world at all
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| It was just some sweet old-fashioned rate
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| So melt down all the ornaments
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| Move out all the graves
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| And let us build the disco that we need
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| For our young 'braves'.
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| Pull it down, drag it down
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| Drag it down, pull it down
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| Till the hopes and dreams of all
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| The ages past are shattered on the ground.
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| We think we are so clever
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| Killing heroes, killing magic
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| Till everything that’s sacred
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| Is brought down to our level
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| For Mammon is a jealous master
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| Leaves no room for any other
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| All the questions left unanswered
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| All the answers gone forever
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| So bow to the woman in the finest fur
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| Bow to the man with the ace street cool
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| Bow to the woman with all the power
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| Bow to the man with all the money
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| In whose sight are we equal now?
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| In whose sight are we equal now?
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| In whose sight are we equal now?
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| In whose sight are we equal now?
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| Now that we’ve killed god
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| Now that we’ve killed god
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| Oh, now that we’ve killed god.
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| Pull it down, drag it down
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| Drag it down, pull it down
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| Till there’s nothing to look up to
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| But the brand names on the posters
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| Pull it down, drag it down
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| Drag it down, pull it down
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| Till the hopes and dreams of all
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| The ages past are shattered on the ground. |