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One day the devil came above ground
One day the devil came above ground
To study his interests
He saw everything
The devil, he heard everything
And having seen all
Having heard all
He returned to his home below
And down below
They organised a grand feast
At the end of this feast
The devil rose to deliver his speach
This is the jist of what he said

Okay!

Okay
The world up there is like a sea
Of raging fires that spit and roar
Okay
And man has fought like crazy
With dangerous games of war
Okay
Trains are derailed
A crash
His boys filled with ideals
Place bombs on the tracks
Well that creates original death
That death creates without confession
Confessions without remission
Okay
Nothing is sold
But all is bought
Honour and sainthood
Okay
And states change secretly
Into anonymous societies
Okay hey hey
And the mighty extort their dollars
From countries that are poor
And europe also rips the scars
With it's post colonial gorge
That creates death from starvation
And starvation of nations
Okay
And man has seen so much of it
That his eyes have become grey
Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
And no songs seem to exist
Except when sung on stage
Okay
They dispense with hired thugs
And jack-ass poets get the elbow
But in the papers everywhere
Every shit has his photo
That creates evil in honest folk
And laughter in dishonest ones
Okay! okay! okay! okay!
Okay! okay! okay! okay!
Okay!
Okay! hahaha!
Okay! hahaha!
Okay
One day the devil came above ground   One day the devil came above ground   To study his interests   He saw everything   The devil, he heard everything   And having seen all   Having heard all   He returned to his home below   And down below   They organised a grand feast   At the end of this feast   The devil rose to deliver his speach   This is the jist of what he said      Okay!      Okay   The world up there is like a sea   Of raging fires that spit and roar   Okay   And man has fought like crazy   With dangerous games of war   Okay   Trains are derailed   A crash   His boys filled with ideals   Place bombs on the tracks   Well that creates original death   That death creates without confession   Confessions without remission   Okay   Nothing is sold   But all is bought   Honour and sainthood   Okay   And states change secretly   Into anonymous societies   Okay hey hey   And the mighty extort their dollars   From countries that are poor   And europe also rips the scars   With it's post colonial gorge   That creates death from starvation   And starvation of nations   Okay   And man has seen so much of it   That his eyes have become grey   Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey   And no songs seem to exist   Except when sung on stage   Okay   They dispense with hired thugs   And jack-ass poets get the elbow   But in the papers everywhere   Every shit has his photo   That creates evil in honest folk   And laughter in dishonest ones   Okay! okay! okay! okay!   Okay! okay! okay! okay!   Okay!   Okay! hahaha!   Okay! hahaha!   Okay