Their thoughts are the same

Is their poverty just a game

They hardly eat and hardly sleep

They don't listen, they don't speak

When I see them out on the street

They're never moving up on their feet

They don't all fit in this scene

Which goes on like a bad nights dream

They hardly eat and hardly sleep

They don't listen, they don't speak

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There thoughts are the same

In their hunger they all complain

Soldiers and Civilians

Men who make millions

The scene played on as I walked by

They made a rope, on which to die

The final card has been laid

The natural selection has been made

When I see them out on the street

They are never moving up on their feet

They don't all fit in this scene

Which goes on like a bad nights dream

Bad nights dream

Bad nights dream

Suicide dream

Bad nights dream

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