Some think the ruthless way
The one two three
Of bombs and guns and knives
Can really make them free
How can the brave new world grow from the same old scenes?
Whatever may be the ends, they're entwined with the means
That's right
Nations jockey for places
In world politics
Husbands beat their wives
Or learn the necessary business tricks
Carrying an instinct
That ideals cannot solve
They fight for an elusive top
So life goes on in this way
Who is reaching from one to infinity?
Where there's an order
There's a bottom and a top
As few don't want to climb as those who wish to drop
All of this struggle
All this ruffian strife
Form the pulse of civilized life
So life goes on in this way
Who is reaching from one to infinity?
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