History puts you on the map
Economics puts you on the picture
Long odds never pay off here
Long shots never hit the target
Old heads cry on young shoulders
DJ’s smile a secret smile
A letter here from Helen on the front line
Nice letter Helen, thanks for the kisses
Ice in their hearts they follow the sun
Everyone loves to crawl before they run
Lights burn down on empty streets
In the Republic nobody meets
White goods for a green family
Red numbers on a blacklist
Our dad who runs the paradise franchise
Thine is the kingdom and the underground
Everybody’s been blinded by the sun
They crawl, they run
Hurrying home through crowded streets
In the Republic nobody meets
Sharpshooters and sharp knifes
Flash Money meets the Bogus Man
Oh dark dark dark they all go into public relations
Real men like real estate
You don’t have to adjust the contrast
Or turn up the sound
Under the spell of blue electrons
Lead us not into coming back
Oh God they’ve been blinded by the sun
Victims crawl, vigilantes run
Empty faces in empty streets
In the Republic nobody meets
All our yesterdays are just around the corner
Not long now before it’s Christmas again
Eight years in the queue for treatment
Three days if you join the club
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