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We're cutting it fineWe're cutting it cleanthe green green grasswe're living the dreambringing the baconhome to be cookedWe're getting aheadWe're getting hookedon the hot north windyou can feel the fireon the naked hearther lost desireThe freaks in controlare closing in,the clamor of bedlamis wearing thinAnd the great dividebetween right and wrong,the cry of madnessis growing strong.Across your facethe knowledge moves,and in your heartSongtextethe silence provesAnd as you wanderin search of me,yeah you will forgetwhat used to be.I will be livingon borrowed time,as we cross overthe forbidden linethat once was writtenon desert sandWe could not seewe could not understandall the houseson every streetwhere lived the millionswe will not meetAnd as we stumblefrom day to daysearching for gloryon feet of clayas we go overthe final hillfor one more conquestone more thrillyou know the storyyou know the drillAnd the haunted villagewill stand alonewhen the dust is settledon your ancient bonesthey will be cleanpicked by the crowsyour carrion dreamas the ice cap flowsAnd the great Titanicshe sails at dawnwe will be honouredwe will be bornwe're heading homewardwe're heaven-boundwe're sinking slowlyno sight or soundAnd the great Titanicshe sails at dawnwe will be honouredwe will be bornwe're heading homewardwe're heaven-boundwe're sinking slowlyno sight or sound Aus Songtexte Mania