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The actors milling helplessly-- |
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The script is blowing out to sea. |
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But what the hell, we didn't even pass an audition. |
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The lines you'll have to improvise. |
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The words are written in the eyes |
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Of politicians who despise their fathers. |
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And so the play necessitates |
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That all you boys participate |
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In fierce competition to eliminate each other. |
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And groupies, on their way to war, |
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Get to write the next film score, |
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But the rock and roll star knows his glory is really nothing. |
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Men of religion, on the make, |
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Pledge an oath they undertake |
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To make you wise for god's own sake, and none other. |
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While ladies get their bedding done |
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To win themselves a bouncing son-- |
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But bad girls do it for the fun of just being. |
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And me, i'm here to sing along, |
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And i'm not concerned with righting wrongs, |
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Just asking questions that belong without an answer. |
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But god is laughing up his sleeve |
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As he pours himself another cup of tea, |
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And he waves good-bye to you and me, at least for now |
