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A control group of 100 people, were put in black hats They were forced to line up, in a downtown parking lot clouds started to come together, the morning sky was full of rainAll the oil rose to the surface, when a starter's pistol went offsame crime, same heightEveryone was born, on the same nightIt's just the old times, being made new again...just the old plays, being recast500 police officers, walked up holding umbrellas60 were found, on the first day How many bad guys, could a good police force be expected to catch?After repeated experiments, it looks like that, number is 94same crime, same heightEveryone was born, on the same nightIt's just the old films, being remade again...just the old plays, being recastThere's nothing to admire, about those went unpunishedThey had no better answers, than everyone that got caughtIf there's a reason to study lucky criminals, it's to identify the shame in having survived.The day of the lucky criminal has arrived.same crime, same heightEveryone was born, on the same nightIt's just the old times, being made new again...just the olden times, being unleashed Aus Songtexte Mania