the city streets weave drunkenly
the simplest song is here
the tired twin towers keep falling down
the oil keeps spilling
the liars keep on being elected
we are so wearily stupid
it is pitiful
so very pitiful
yet we keep going on and on
stronger and stronger
we keep going on

till every single child is miserable or dead
but we keep going on
the liars keep getting elected
the twin towers
keep falling falling
falling
falling
falling


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