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[Director To The Crew:]
"Sympathies:
Down then they're up again.
We won't see you this time next year
Unless the sponsors come through
And the money starts pouring in."

[Leading Man:]

Pick a fight. Don't ask why.
No rules apply:
Diplomatic immunity
Setting off the car alarms (the broken glass!!!)
The cops will not stop you
But CIA, FBI, NFL
Don't let the secrets out!
Running feet, foreign streets, wolves and sheep,

Abandon your senses
And the sentences trapped in your mouth.
They're just rational for a paper trail
Of actors distracting me.
Tear out your circuits, all you robots,
All you highly paid chess machines.
There is no answer to the questions
Under your wiring.

I have to Confess
I've made my bed, I'll sleep in it
It's made with compromise
I'll toss and turn, I'll twist and shout
CAPTAINS OF INDUSTRY'S
It's time sail the seven seas
I took the money twice, with no regrets
But you should think twice before you sign

You're out of touch
I'm out of time
But I'm out of my head when you're not around
You're out of touch
I'm out of time
But I'm out of my head when you're not around

You're out of touch

I can hear them in the distance,
Running through the trees waving both guns blind.
You raise the flag for the revolution, "the common man,"
With wit for protection,
Running through the gate to the Palace Walls.
You raise the sign, it's a revolution in graphic design.
We'll trade positions,
Parading through the streets until the roads turn red.

Run from the sun
Worship all the disasters
Give yourself up to be
A sacrifice to the concept of belief.

Plagues of frogs raining down.
Rivers run red, rivers run dry.
But it's a lie and a fraud and it's coming from his mouth:

Run from the sun
Worship all the disasters
Give yourself up to be
A sacrifice to the concept of belief.

Plagues of frogs raining down.
Rivers run red, rivers run dry.
But it's a lie and a fraud and it's coming from his mouth:

Living, loving, searching for nothing
If all the classics go out of fashion
What will we do with all of the passion?

Because the shape of punk to come
Never came and will never come

Dennis, are you listening?