LYRIC

And when the nation gives it’s keys to the operations dreams
Like we’ve been given some new master…

And when we closed our eyes that night
Waking up to some surprise
Like the world was in a new disaster (again)

In a pole against the leaves
Like that fucker’s burning dreams.
The world was spinning so much faster then.

Well all is not lost and art is not lost
You could never change us Bastard.

We’ve got a burning fire inside
There’s no more wearing this disguise
We’ll hold a fist up high to flick this bastard (away)

And in a pole against the leaves
Like that fuckers burning dreams
The world is in a new disaster

Well all is not lost and art is not lost
You could never change us bastard.

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