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NO NO NO
Really hate running really hate the game
Looking at them all I wanna be unborn again
Their suit is getting tighter although they're getting thin
The flies are crawling on their face and trying to get in
People say that we're to blame I say
No no no it's just the game.
Must we let them fool us? - no no no!
Have we got our freedom? - no no no!
Is it getting better? - no no no!
Do we love each other? - no no no!
Must we wait forever? - no no no
Heads are getting stronger bodies getting weak
Looking at them all it feels good to be a freak
Their hands are getting closer they're reaching out so far
The greenies gonna get them make them serve stars
Tell them how it is and they say no, no, no!
No, no, no, we know it all.
The washing's getting dirty the air is getting thin
It's all in such a mess that no one knows where to begin
They talk about creating but all they do is kill
They say we're gonna mend it but they never will
Poison in the rain but they say
No no no we ain't to blame.