Maybe it’s the world
The world gone blind
They’ll trade ya truth for a lie
An eye for an eye
Little birdie told me, nobody’s born
Nobody born bad
And if you don’t see the smoke you won’t see what’s coming
Or flowers till the petals are falling
I feel the sadness coming down
The pigs running the zoo
There’s murder in the news
Things work like me and you, me and you
Everything’s well
That’s well in the end
So throw off your clothes
Have sex with a friend
Turn on the tap just
To watch it runnin’ out
Not your mothers mission
Is keeping up with the youth
It’s easy on right where nobody’s wrong
Where it moves like a serpent
Through fever
Dreams of terminal lovers
Lookin’ out the window
Our fires
Going out
A light til the shadows are crawling
I feel the sadness coming down
The pigs running the zoo
Paranoid spinning out
There’s murder in the news
Things work like me and you
Me and you
Flower till the pedals are falling
I feel the sadness coming down
The pigs running the zoo
Paranoid spinning out
There’s murder in the news
Things work like me and you
France’s singing
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Things work like me and you
Me and you

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