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Hear the sounds of the heart, beating like a war drum right from the start. |
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We do our time every day, working like slaves for the minimum wage. |
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Yeah, that's as good as it gets, cause for regular Joe the stage was set and right from the get go Joe was a kindred spirit to the typical blokes who candy coated the best years of their lives with the lies they told. |
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Then they flocked like geese to the water hole for their halo, fot for popes and kings. |
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What do they know. |
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I assume, many things. |
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More than we know. |
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So wherever you go wear the halo. |
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From the land to the sea, you aspire to get a better halo than me and so you strive for the top of the company ladder but the rungs never stop. |
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Higher and higher you go, but never get it. |
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For you it's vital to show you don't sweat it. |
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Now your proverbial crown awaits, I hope that it fits you, you can't take it with you. |
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They candy coated the best years of your life with the lies they told. |
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Then you flocked like sheep to the grassy knoll for your halo, fit for popes and kings. |
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What do they know. |
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I assume, many things. |
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More than we know. |
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So wherever you go wear the halo. |
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Hey, yo. |
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To the fascist elite, where's your halo. |
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To the punks on the street, show your halo. |
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So, when and if we meet, wear the halo. |
