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Out of the playground's ashes, come little men with little games They're playing war, planning new crusades, like new arcades The reason for the season is to flood the media with sucidal mania And paint the landscape with this human waste
So lets all sing, sing a song of love, sing untill our throats bleed, and if this child could speak he would say: I dont need anybody, I dont need anyone, I dont need your guidance home
Yeah, yeah, history's a stage for reruns for 3 am insomniacs, who quote the episodes: "If tricycles came with guns we'd all be safe" And little green men didnt come from outter space, with coupons in the sunday paper they came from corporate brains
So lets all sing, sing a song of love, sing until our throats bleed, and if this child could speak he would say: I dont need anybody, I dont need anyone, I dont need your guidance home, watch as I build my empire, watch as I rise and fall, watch as I fight all alone
So untill we all confess and admit we stole the candy, these little men are playing games from here to eternity, but I'll be sitting by myself here waiting oh so patiently, waiting for the sky to fall and purge this frail humanity
So lets all sing, sing a song of love and we'll pretend were not to blame lets sing, sing, sing, sing a song of love, sing until our throats bleed and if this child could speak he would say: I dont need anybody, I dont need anyone, I dont need your guidance home watch as I bulid my empire, watch as I rise and fall, watch as I fight all alone
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