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He's a lover he’s a brooder he didn't get his Mummy's milk He became a slicing margin dealer, feeding on forbidden fruit So’s to hurt in hidden ways those whose light shines brighter than the rest There's a corresponding struggle as the masses quietly huddle Waiting for a glimpse another burst Hey is there nothing in this world that makes you cry Hey is there nothing left that's sacred, nothing left that makes you want to try She's a catfish clawing mangler, she didn't get her Daddy's hugs She became a high finangler looking down with contempt from above Looking down on the servant classes, they're always wanting more Now the writers have abandoned ship, their happy endings washed up in the shore Hey is there nothing in this world that makes you smile Hey is there nothing left that's sacred, nothing left that makes you want to share, makes you want to cry Aus Songtexte Mania