Everyone thinks it's fine Making cash, coasting time Everyone thinks it's fair To be almost free - to be almost there ? ? ? ? ? ? but not really where... Anyone can cry So wipe away those phoney tears in your eyes Don't come 'round here Expecting votes See who charts the course on a sinking boat
And whatever you give Listen - you give to give But humanities so weak - if it can't even give ? ? ? ? ? ? the loved of the loved
There's a man down there And it should be clear I thought we knew And believed in it too
Anyone can see why So wipe away the phoney tears you cry An' don't come 'round here Expecting votes See who charts the course on a sinking boat
And whatever you give Listen - you give to give But humanities so weak - if it can't even give ? ? ? ? ? ? the loved of the loved
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