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Lay here under bombast and gloom a parade of ghouls marches by
Headed down to Nero's tomb raising flags and burning rights
Warm yourself by a God-made fire pinocchio with spinning eyes
Laugh aloud under bomb-lit skies a victim's smile never lies
You have always lived you life like a joke with no time
What you gonna do about it until you get the punch line right?
On the cliff above stormy waves can't decide to climb or drown
Up is folly and down disgrace
Under thumbs over written the ladder is poison have to
Find a new way around
What you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it?
What you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it?
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