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It's more like sadness composed by a fragmented soul
All the words in a whirl, I just don't know where it goes
You holding the line or scuttling away
Is life a blockbuster film, or a half-rehearsed play?
And the pigs on the spit and the wolf's at the door
Do the bad need a good like the rich need the poor?

How far can it get before the death Pixels meme?
An imperial threat, or is it all just a dream?

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It's hard to theorise when you are being brutalised
And the tears fall like bombs without warning

No, you don't know you're born, free speech and free porn
And the next thing you know, you're being led out at dawn
Of our children of men, t-t-t-time again
The d-devil will come without warning

Hey, it's out the window while you watching the news
Ha-ha-ha-Hymer comes into view
And now your shadow's a skull and the skull is a hole
The hole is empty, of course like all human discourse

It's hard to theorise when you are being brutalised
And the tears, like the bombs, they fall without warning
Follow the tracks in the mud down to where the sea is black with blood
And the tears, like the bombs, they fall without warning

Now call again before the death Pixels meme?
Imperial threat, or is it all just a dream?
It's more like sadness composed by a fragmented soul
I don't know where it goes

So hard to theorise when you are being brutalised
And the tears fall like bombs without warning
Follow the tracks in the mud ro where the sea is black with blood
And the tears fall like bombs without warning

And the tears, like the bombs, they fall without warning

Writer(s): John Hassell, Peter Doherty, Gary Powell, Carl Barat

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