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They're marching down the streets
I can hear them ol’ hand me down shoes
While a busker on the corner
Is singing the blues
A millionaire drops a dollar bill
And takes his change
I was rendered there
Finding it all a little strange

They told my mama
They told my papa
It’ll be different someday
Nothing’s changed
For you and me
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Content is a word I find absurd
Like abiding to authority
And the beggar sits begging
Cradled inside his poverty
The billionaire passes the beggar
And puts on his lottery
I’m still waiting for everyone
To catch up on what I see

They told my mama
They told my papa
It’ll be different someday
Nothing’s changed
For you and me
D-E-MOCK-RA-CY

The masses are being educated
Their minds are in isolation
And their two pretty eyes
Have come under sedation
Education is what you learn
After you have left school
By then you’re smart enough
To figure out you’re their fool

They told my mama
They told my papa
It’ll be different someday
Nothing’s changed
For you and me
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I try to go forward
But everyone is going backwards
Here come the thought police
With an endless streak of misery
And a fistful of life quotes, a vote
Some chocolate, nitric gin, cigarettes and a 26D TV
 Saying, ‘I think you’ll find boy, I think you’ll find boy,
You are free.’
D-E-MOCK-RA-CY