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    The Tangent 1916x


    He's travelling the road that others have shown him
    He's following the lies that orhers have told him
    His Future's on the brink...
    And nothing's ever going to sink... the ship

    Grabs a working lunch, keeping one eye on the NASDAQ
    Driving through the Blackwall on his way to some knock-back
    There's no room in his soul
    For the prople he controls... but never knows

    An in his life there's an empty space
    He fills with doubt and shame
    Then seals it up and destroys the key
    And ploughs himself right back into the winning game

    She's struggling with the problems that our hero has shown her,
    (A few thousands miles away, in a luxury Land Rover)
    Her children in the cold
    While her life is bought and sold... On tiny screens

    And as her value drops, well another one is rising
    More fashionable crops for the ever enterprising
    The West plays betting games
    On the fortunes of its slaves... but never knows

    And in her heart there's an empty space.
    We take more from, every day.
    But we close our eyes and pay no more hees
    And plough ourselves right back into the winning game

    These Two halvees of the problem,
    Are ed like the sides of a coin
    We see them, we feel them but do nothing
    People live in the world that we drive through
    It's hard to even know what they're there
    We see them, we feel them but do nothing

    Still treading the road our education's shown us
    Still following the lies that the media has told us
    We're chalking up success
    While our planet's in a mess... But never know

    The campaigners on TV are all just raving \"lefties\"
    With pullovers so dodgy and haircuts from the seventies
    So why should we take note
    When we can simply cast our vote for status quo?

    And in our hearts there's an empty space,
    We feel its nagging pain
    But we take the drugs and damp it down
    And plough ourselves right back into the winning game

    Life, it seems not much more,
    Than a race for an un-named prize
    That we accept in some tear-stained ceremony
    From the people that we despise

    And in our hearts we want nothing more,
    Than greed and lust and pain
    We buy and sell
    And we crawl away
    To count our ill-got gains

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