Normal people suffocate you till your last breath
They clutter footpaths,
Down the way in Oceania,
night is day
there ain't
took a walk around
sleepy melbourne town
someone call the cops
another junkie
On this hollow earth
In this empty space
We all dance to
I want you to get up, go to the window,
from the cadillac soup-kitchens
to the impovserished boardrooms
this orwellian n
whats happening to me?
i feel my self giving in
letting
Can't afford to feed myself
Can't afford to breathe
Can't afford to
I got a notion but the notion is wrong.
I
In the secret halls they made
With violence as their trade
Behind
I see no signs of life
I see no easy cure
No
you like some food
but none of that spicy stuff
you like
you wake in the morning, but you're hard to find
a
Cowards and Heroes,
listen my friends.
If you have money
i hear the rumble of this town
and i know it
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