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Oh, it just won't calculate, a prophecy with a twist
Do you really think Christ was a capitalist?
Every man for himself
Let thy neighbour drown, amen!
So sing us a sad song
So sing us to sleep (so sing us to sleep)
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues
Now discourse is dead
Stood at the tip of the wing
You've gotta watch where you tread (tread)
Round up the ambivalent, you mustn't sit in the shade
'Cause it's blasphemous for one to abstain from hate
We're all sisters and brothers
But if you're one of the others, then fuck you!
So sing us a sad song
So sing us to sleep (so sing us to sleep)
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues
So save me the sermon
You all sound the same (you all sound the same)
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues
No common sense left in these empty heads, swimming towards the storm
Two beating hearts, two poles apart, whoa, whoa
No common sense left in these empty heads, swimming towards the storm
Two beating hearts, two poles apart
So sing us a sad song
So sing us to sleep
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues
So save me the sermon
You all sound the same (you all sound the same)
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues
Now discourse is dead
Stood at the tip of the wing
You've gotta watch where you tread
Don't look down, let thy neighbour drown
Discourse is dead
Writer(s): Daniel Joseph Searle, Alex Anthony Dean, Thomas Duncan Searle, Sam Carter
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