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god was never a man, obviously
why would he want to be?
the pain it is to carry an emotional weight
around everyday
never consoling always just controlling
tears are made for no-one to see
trust can't be given to the weak
our lives are not front page news
but under tabloid banners we parade
in another tirade of justified lies
fighting a man made war
abroad and home without a doubt
how this will be won
more lives are lost of another innocents cost
the trust has dried up
and no more can be bought
i am not a can of oil
something must be done
walking around on bullet shells
everyone holds a finger to there lip
as not to let anymore secrets slip
the ageing government watching how
loose their vice grip can get
watch as the recession seeps into
every pour then floods the people out of
there doors
is this why we fight someone
else's wars?
without sugar coating it we
got screwed
don't listen to the news
switch off your tv and radio
throw away the papers
pick up a book to get lost in
turn up the music
and ignore the world and it's
peril outside
until it listens and retreats
with no excuse to hide
the pain it is to carry an emotional weight
around everyday
never consoling always just controlling
tears are made for no-one to see
trust can't be given to the weak
our lives are not front page news
but under tabloid banners we parade
in another tirade of justified lies
fighting a man made war
abroad and home without a doubt
how this will be won
more lives are lost of another innocents cost
the trust has dried up
and no more can be bought
i am not a can of oil
something must be done
walking around on bullet shells
everyone holds a finger to there lip
as not to let anymore secrets slip
the ageing government watching how
loose their vice grip can get
watch as the recession seeps into
every pour then floods the people out of
there doors
is this why we fight someone
else's wars?
without sugar coating it we
got screwed
don't listen to the news
switch off your tv and radio
throw away the papers
pick up a book to get lost in
turn up the music
and ignore the world and it's
peril outside
until it listens and retreats
with no excuse to hide
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