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People are people
So why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully

So we’re different colours
And we’re different creeds
And different people have different needs
It’s obvious you hate me
Though I’ve done nothing wrong
I’ve never even met you so what could I have done

I can’t understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand

Help me understand

Now you’re punching
And you’re kicking
And you’re shouting at me
I’m relying on your common decency
So far it hasn’t surfaced
But I’m sure it exists
It just takes a while to travel
From your head to your fists

Here speaks the voice of reason
It’s talking to me
Loud and clearly
And obviously
It’s something to say

Here comes another sentence
It is relentless
It tries my patience
But nevertheless
It’s for our concern

We can’t see the benefits
So we’ll ignore it
Or disobey it
And then we’ll say that
This is fun

This is real fun
This is fun

All of these insurmountable tasks
That lay before me
All of the firsts
And the definite lasts
That lay in store for me

There was a time
When all on my mind was love
Now I find
That most of the time
Love’s not enough
In itself

Consequently
I’ve a tendency
To be unhappy, you see
The thoughts in my head
All the words that were said
All the blues and the reds
Get to me

All of the absurdities
That lay before us
All of the doubts
And the uncertainties
That lay in store for us

You’ve got to work hard
You’ve got to work hard
If you want anything at all

Nothing comes easy
And that’s a fact
Nothing comes easy
But a broken back

Nothing comes easy
It never will
Nothing comes easy
But a broken will

So work hard

And do those feet in modern times
Walk upon the flowers
And walk upon their brothers
While their heads are busy lying low
Trying to keep to cover…oh

Something went wrong
Along the way
Everybody’s waiting for
Judgment day

So they can go
Told you so

Bring me my gun of itching desire
Bring me my bullets and I will fire
Sights set higher than the tall church spire

Standing in line
The blind lead the blind
Waiting and waiting
For an overdue sign
Brothers and sisters
Playing Chinese whispers
If things aren’t suited
Then they’ll get diluted

There’s one more dead with a hole in his head
He shouldn’t have said all the things he said
Many tears were shed for the blood he bled

There’s more besides
Joyrides
The little house in the countryside
Understand
Learn to demand
Compromise
And sometimes lie

Get the balance right
Get the balance right

Be responsible
Respectable
Stable but gullible
Concerned and caring
Help the helpless
But always remain
Ultimately selfish

When you think you’ve got a hold of it all
You haven’t got a hold at all
When you reach the top
Get ready to drop
Prepare yourself for the fall
You’re gonna fall
It’s almost predictable

Almost

Don’t turn this way
Don’t turn that way
Straight down the middle until next Thursday
First to the left
Then back to the right
Twist and turn ’til you’ve got it right

I’ve told myself so many times before
But this time I think I mean it for sure
We have reached a full stop
Nothing’s going to save us from the big drop

Reached our natural conclusion
Outlived the illusion
I hate being in these situations
That call for diplomatic relations
If I only knew the answer
Or I thought we had a chance
Or I could stop this
I would stop this thing
From spreading like a cancer

What can I say
I don’t want to play anymore
What can I say
I’m heading for the door
I can’t stand this emotional violence
Leave in silence
Leave in silence

We’ve been running around in circles all year
Doing this and that and getting nowhere
This will be the last time
I think I said that last time

If I only had a potion
Some magical lotion
That could stop this
I would set the wheels in motion

Get out the crane
Construction time again
What is it this time
We’re laying a pipeline

Let the beads of sweat flow
Until the ends have met through
Could take a long time
Working on the pipeline

Taking from the greedy
Giving to the needy

On this golden day
Work’s been sent our way
That could last a lifetime
Working on the pipeline

From the heart of our land
To the mouth of the man
Must reach him sometime
We’re laying a pipeline

Taking from the greedy
Giving to the needy

The handshake seals the contract
From the contract there’s no turning back
The turning point of a career
In Korea being insincere
The holiday was fun-packed
The contract, still intact

The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves – after all
The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves – after all
It’s a competitive world

Everything counts in large amounts

The graph on the wall
Tells the story of it all
Picture it now see just how
The lies and deceit gained a little more power
Confidence – taken in
By a suntan and a grin

The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves – after all
The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves – after all
It’s a competitive world

Everything counts in large amounts

The grabbing hands grab all they can
Everything counts in large amounts