Music For A Stranger World

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I can't tell the difference
The soap box or the stage
It's just like the process
When wrestling became fake
Genuine believers are shunted and sheltered
Who will be remembered?
When they fall and they die by submission

We sing the songs
The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers
My hope is gone
It's gone, it's gone

Believing in something
Can sometimes mean nothing
Conviction can be tamed
Why do you feel ashamed?
Diluted and dumbed down
The edit, the voice sound
My tv, no volume
I can't hear, i just see the lips moving

We sing the songs
The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers
My hope is gone
It's gone, it's gone on dead wrestlers
We sing the songs
The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers
I don't belong
In songs in songs of dead wresters

We work hard
We live hard
We work hard
We live hard

We sing the songs
The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers
My hope is gone
It's gone, it's gone on dead wrestlers
We sing the songs
The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers
I don't belong
In songs in songs of dead wresters

Your politics are pantomime
Your punches miss me every time
Maybe i'll see you on the other side
When we have nowhere left to hide

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(your beats are at the office, sir)

Sit upstairs in the leather chair
You talk to people and pretend to care
It's no good working for the company
When resisting power comes naturally cos
There's one thing i know for
One thing i know for sure and that's you
There's one thing i know for
One thing i know for sure
I got that feeling i don't want to be a...

High-fly, no mind (your beats are at the office, sir)
Look right, skin tight (your beats are at the office, sir)
High, dry, tough guy (your beats are at the office, sir)
White line feels fine (your beats are at the office, sir)

Don't want responsibility
Just ask that girl sitting next to me
She works alone where nobody's near
And she's making music like you'd never hear cos
There's one thing i know for
One thing i know for sure and that's you
There's one thing i know for
One thing i know for sure
I got that feeling i don't want to be a...

High-fly, no mind (your beats are at the office, sir)
Look right, skin tight (your beats are at the office, sir)
High, dry, tough guy (your beats are at the office, sir)
White line feels fine (your beats are at the office, sir)

Programming is my one outlet
It beats the sickness in my chest
I have these beats inside my head
Back to the office block instead

High-fly, no mind (your beats are at the office, sir)
Look right, skin tight (your beats are at the office, sir)
High, dry, tough guy (your beats are at the office, sir)
White line feels fine (your beats are at the office, sir)

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Please send a message
To all the people
Who find their pleasures in being normal
Please help them to see
They can be different
Although their lives make it hard to see it
I get frustrated when i walk in town
But it's not my place to tell them now
That they can think strange
They can be different
So i go home and imagine everyone saying...

How can we be strange?
How can we be strange
When we've got work to do today?

Please understand this
I'm not a fascist
Just with that folk wouldn't be so passive
Toward the freak in the subconscious
It's in us all so don't be so cautious
Please help them to see
They can feel different
Although their lives make it hard to feel it
Please send a message
To all the people
So i can go home and not hear them saying

How can we be strange...

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