Some people got: more kicks than halfpence

and cry for attention, like cracks in the pavement

And all of this pointed, like perfect TV

When you're sowing the wind, you reap the whirlwind



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Who gets the mansions-we get the ruins

Same old story



YOur flexible nature, serving no purpose

Like a terrible artist, using no shadow

And the king of the castle, is pulling new shapes

Gilding the lilies, and all of them fakes



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typical tragic, small house and small street

Narrow the outlook, small minded coomplete

The emperor's new clothes, get clearer and clearer

Dictate to the fingers, that tighten the trigger



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And the king of the castle is pulling new shapes

Life is a poison, it begins at home

Pride is a trinket, a security blanket

You could tangle the spiders on the webs that we weave



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