All stop Go back and lie upon the ground for all is lost Theres no hope in overcoming fate the lepers dogs of childhoods lost Go back The bankers wrought the wretched mass Turning muscle into cash To leave the poor a naked Go back Lay down and lose the play at hand The richest poor to will be dammed Go back Dont try and cross the bridge the futile banging your thick head Go back The bigger suits in honours lay tramping on children balck and grey The Reich and furor hold the gun Go back and lead the lay down Why try with song or front lines long when the tellers closed Bankers barkers reality markers Tell the time to lie Go back and lay on mothers breast the 100 million the last to confess to the nine that made us their fortune Go back and tell no one what you saw time gone Of hope and loving for the first shall be the last
Posted on: Mon, 29 Jul 2013 10:02:34 +0000
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