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my god how far can baby burn the nooseand what course my god to turn his wailing loose inand I've been to the bottom of the wellwhere he yearns and despairscause I have my own and I can tellthere's nothing thereit's a delusion babeit's just a movement madein such a ruinous wayyou're travelingwho'll say what shape we children bend the rules inwhat way oh babe, no space to spare the truth inand I've been to the ragged humble holewhere you learned your word babethree car garage and a swimming pooland nothing to sayit's a delusion babeit's just a movement madein such a ruinous wayyou're travelingI've been brought up clean and organizedI've been each december satisfiedSongtexteI've had wishes granted, none deniedI've been flown down south and disney-fiedI've sailed twenty seas in deep denialon a million frequent flier milesran a gauntlet built of grocery aislesand a walking wall of guilt and biletell me, are you not the same as me?did you pay your dues in little league?did you wash your hands of blood and greedand stumble back in times of needyou are clever imitations mined from photographs and dvdsyou are subtle repetitions tied to 32-inch plasma screensit's a delusion babe Aus Songtexte Mania