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There isn't much confidence left in the atomic age The thermometer of public sense is not a useful gauge Anything you read, is probably a lie Anything you read it's a white lie One thing I'll tell ya I think is odd Black folks praying to a white god A wooden cross, hang it on your wall A wooden cross, never stopped anybody's fall Some folks is weak, some need a crutch I may be weak but not that much Aus Songtexte Mania