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For your heart they will mug you
For your soul they will trick you
Just things hard to come by
Know this the world is an evil machine
What you need is a ghost
But there' s no friendly ghost
Roland, I feel you
It is mayhem out these days
I specialize in end times, too
Last night I dreamt I was flying the jet
Into the mother ship
But then I woke up too soon
Hold tight get a grip
The whole world is going to hell
The kids right out on the streets
And baby ain't feeling the love no more
We have the salvation
And invented a device
But created a monster
And get killed by its hands
And in the air a sweet melody
It is a lullaby
An apocalypso beat
Hold tight get a grip
The whole world is going to hell
The kids right out on the streets
And baby ain't feeling the love no more
Hold tight get a grip
The whole world is going to hell
Kids into this world
Yes, until no prick is in charge no more
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