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How can you tell me that this is where it's at? When all the clowns are calling the shots How can you sell me that this is the dream? When all the dreamers are left out to rot Lining of pockets No care for how we live Things can't stay the same Something's gotta give There's crisis with the heads of the tables And they can't seem to solve them Is it for welfare of all? Or is it just for personal gain? And all the pieces of chess in the middle bear the weight of the problem Divided opinions on who should go and who should remain And then across the pond the king is a freak and he's loaded with silver Stood on an empire of gold performing his own puppet show And while there's mongrels they bark for the promises he's failed to deliver The ones who oppose him stand bewildered and nowhere to go How can you tell me that this is where it's at? When all the clowns are calling the shots How can you sell me that this is the dream? When all the dreamers are left out to rot Lining of pockets SongtexteNo care for how we live Things can't stay the same Something's gotta give Sick and tired of the bad news stories Sick and tired of the crooked tories Is there anyone out there with half a jar? And for the many that have raised the issue All been disposed of like discarded tissues Don't you think maybe this time it's gone too far? How can you tell me that this is where it's at? When all the clowns are calling the shots How can you sell me that this is the dream? When all the dreamers are left out to rot Lining of pockets No care for how we live Things can't stay the same Something's gotta give Aus Songtexte Mania