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Logic spanked
We worship the ones
Who die for our sins
And go on as before
With our nervous grins
Smothered in guilt on needles
And pins
The ones that are here
That represent god
Want us down on our knees
And trying real hard
We have global positioning
To see where we are
We think that we’re smart
But we haven’t come far
All the high tech
And all the king’s men
Won’t put our humpty dumpty
World together again
The greed and the violence
That got us to here
Fresh out of oil and living in fear
They lie from above
And they lie from below
They give ice in the winter
And put blood in the snow
I know one thing that’s probably true
It can’t last much longer,
But what can you do?
With all the kind words
When push comes to shove
We have no bananas
And we’re fresh outa love
