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Cynical Waltz
05:08
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Hello all you hypocrites and self-said kings of pain
Who look down at your beer and tell yourself "it's him again"
I guess we've all been stepped on and left out in the rain
Hello all you hypocrites and self-said kings of pain
Everybody asks at times "why is it we are here?"
The answer's in the thinking, but the thinking isn't clear
The clearness in the answer but the answer isn’t near
But everybody asks at times "why is it we are here?"
We were right
To never want to fight
But never saw the light
So let's just say goodnight
Well hallowed men, or reasonable facsimile thereof
Who still persist in thinking they were all conceived in love
Angels came descending like sermon from above
Well hallowed men, or reasonable facsimile thereof
We were wrong
I guess weren’t that strong
But we still sing our song
And never dreaming
that it could take so long
Long ago I thought I heard you say
That we were wrong
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Little Boy On Fire
03:33
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Whenever I feel sad
Or rolling in the mire
I think of happy things
A little boy on fire
He lives among the ruins
He burns himself away
So very dark from endless flame
And darker every day
One day he left his trailer
To see what life was like
He took his empty canteen
And he rode his burning bike
When all the children saw him
They gawked and gasped in fear
They didn't understand
That he had been like this for years
The parents drove their cars away
With their squeaky tires
They wouldn't let their children see
The little boy on fire
He screamed "I'm only human!
I'm just like other boys
I like to play with animals
Trains and other toys"
But no one understood him
No one really could
Our hero wasn't the only one
Who's head was made of wood
But that didn't ease the pain
Tears rolled down his eyes
All the while he was on fire
The steam flew to the skies
Don't touch me, I'll only hurt you
Don't come near, I'll only cause you pain
Make me think that I am no one
Leave me standing in the pouring rain
The thing that we forget sometimes
The fact it does remain
Even boys on fire
Shouldn't go out in the rain
So if you think you hear someone
Underneath your tires
Remember that it had to be
A little boy on fire
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Instrumental.
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Man In A Plastic Suit
03:25
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Don't close your eyes to this
We must stay on our toes
They control our future shape
With surrogate embryos
Engineers stand clean and tall
Just who will watch these men?
Apathy grips us all
And we continue to pretend
That we are in control
And masters of our fate
The sound of heaven and hell
Decide before it's too late
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