For those of us with dented pride
Who never reached the top
I never lost my fear of flying
Or witnessed thousands fall away and drop
Cradled like a peak too far
You’ve got to toe the line
A miser with a silver spoon
Take the profit out of doom
Take the profit out of war
We don’t need it anymore
Pull the curtain wide
Dispel the gloom
Chase the blues away
Facts are facts and railway tracks
Run parallel to the sky
Overcome gravity like wе
Overcome grafitti with grafitti of our own
A miser in a lеad-lined room
Take the profit out of doom
Take the profit out of war
We don’t need it anymore
A cold wind blows and commerce flows
On lines of clear confusion
Ground-to-air and dust to dust
The sirens croon collusion
A whispered word a bitter cry
The dividend is due
Dismiss the light the time is right
For nuclear transfussion
Take the profit out of war
We don’t need it anymore (x5)
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