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It's hard to find the words To do justice on our current timeline As we walk that fine line Either the bomb the spaceman or the red throngs Coming to ruin these fragile lives Now they say get ready Na it's alright mate We'll keep our sons alive Everything unfolding has me almost holding My hands over my ears and a blindfold on my eyes It's like something's different Can't quite put fingers on it But something just ain't right See, we drill oil from the oceans Near But by it from the WORLD That just queer It almost feels deliberately structured To keep us paying Despite the bonus Through the nose If they can tax the water We better be careful They might choose air Food comes to us through payments made Now folks need free food Despite working all of the days A few hours more Maybe we'll have cake Business and bureaucratic society Take All of our 'fortune' Unless you are wealthy and economically stealthy At least in this place It's easy...
