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Born Every Minute
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Electronic
Born Every Minute was released on January 1, 1982 by Cherry Red Records as a part of the album Degenerates
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1982
LabelCherry Red Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM115

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Passage
The Passage
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dick Witts
Dick Witts
Songwriter

Lyrics

Lead them by the nose
Bring them to your knees
Wind them round your little finger
Drop them at your feet
Lead them by the nose
Bring them to your knees
Wind them round your little finger
Drop them at your feet
But there's something in the air
We must have cattle and clerics
To wave to the hand and not books
They run our bus, suits and our music
And they do all our thinking for us
But they should know there are limits
It's not that we'd rather be struck
But if they don't temper our thinking
They'll do all our dying for us
Lead them by the nose
Bring them to your knees
Wind them round your little finger
Drop them at your feet
'Cause there's more than one born every minute
More than one born every minute
More than one born every minute
No rest from dusk to dawn
More sinned against than sinning
Sometimes there's one minute too many
Too many in the same age
As sure as there is air
They need us, need us
But there's something in the air
And we don't like it, like it
As sure as there is air
They need us, need us
But there's something in the air
And we don't like it, like it
We use all the pigs and the peasants
To weed what we shat in the dust
So our chemicals swallow poor bodies
They do all our starving for us
We must have our sheep and our primates
We told them we live for their love
So they don't know a fact from a fiction
And they do all our lying for us
More than one born every minute
More than one born every minute
More than one born every minute
No rest from dusk to dawn
More sinned against than sinning
Flying things, crawling things
Big game, small game, it's all the same
Dumb friends, vermin
We feed them and eat them in exchange
Think it over, think back
Think it over, think back
Think it over, think back
Think it over, think back
Every minute, every minute
Every minute, every minute
Born every minute, born every minute
Born every minute, born every minute
One born every minute, one born every minute
One born every minute, one born every minute
One born every minute, more than one born every minute
One born every minute, more than one born every minute
Lead them by the nose
Bring them to your knees
Wind them round your little finger
Drop them at your feet
As sure as there is air
They think the world of us, the world of us
But there's something in the air
And we're disturbed, disturbed
They do all our lying for us
They do all our thinking for us
They do all our starving for us
They do all our living for us
But they should know there are limits
It's not that we'd rather be struck
But if they don't temper our thinking
They'll do all our dying for us
As sure as there is air
They think the world of us, the world of us
But there's something in the air
And we're disturbed, disturbed
'Cause there's more than one born every minute
More than one born every minute
More than one born every minute
No rest from dusk to dawn
More sinned against than sinning
Sometimes there's one minute too many
Too many in the same age
Lead them by the nose
But if they don't temper our thinking
As sure as there is air
They'll do all our dying for us
Written by: Dick Witts
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