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Lyrics
DISPOSSESSED
A man with a satchel carries his life
Completely alone, no family, no wife
A man with a watch that no longer runs
No future no past, potential undone
So much free space, so little time
For one on the verge of losing his mind
So many dreams, so little sleep
For one so alone on dark city streets
A man walks the streets; where does he go?
Listen he mutters, but what does he know?
Sometimes he prays but he's forgotten why
Asleep where he lies he waits to die
So much free space, so little time
For one on the verge of losing his mind
So many dreams, so little sleep
For one so forlorn on cold city streets
Darwin was right-- no place remains
For those unable to fit in the frame
One man's agony is all of our shame
As feet become numb and minds turn insane
Yes, Nietzsche knew what the world was about
Hitler and Stalin, their wisdom no doubt
Clean off the slate, clear out the house
Of all the untouchables-- help them out!
Just turn your head; it just can't be true
Just rest assured it won't happen to you
Count all your money, your gold guarantee
Decadent faith in social prosperity
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