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A man in a black suit Walked through an iron post A clerk stared in stunned silence No, he was not a ghost His black Cadillac sped away Throwing the darks aside Yes, it no longer mattered He got a whole **** world inside A righteous cloth wavered On one side of the fender Like a lonely lost cowboy Slowly losing its luster Yes, it does not matter now It was only an old symbol It won't free up enough bucks To do anything rational From the needle-point of view Of the naives and downtrodden The great spot was exploitative Mind you, it owned the mainstream From the artful thoughts Of the artless and the browns 'twas a friendly fishing net Crowding everyone around There was a unifying vision Yet it was oversimplified There was much to condemn That which can not be spoken Since the losers were good The winners were awesome Never mind the conspiracy Never mind the stealthy harm It works all the same All over mighty federations What's built into the system May never be reformed
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 9:39 PM UTC
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A man in a black suit Walked through an iron post A clerk stared in stunned silence No, he was not a ghost His black Cadillac sped away Throwing the darks aside Yes, it no longer mattered He got a whole **** world inside A righteous cloth wavered On one side of the fender Like a lonely lost cowboy Slowly losing its luster Yes, it does not matter now It was only an old symbol It won't free up enough bucks To do anything rational From the needle-point of view Of the naives and downtrodden The great spot was exploitative Mind you, it owned the mainstream From the artful thoughts Of the artless and the browns 'twas a friendly fishing net Crowding everyone around There was a unifying vision Yet it was oversimplified There was much to condemn That which can not be spoken Since the losers were good The winners were awesome Never mind the conspiracy Never mind the stealthy harm It works all the same All over mighty federations What's built into the system May never be reformed
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 9:39 PM UTC
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