I see too many useless deaths/ Too many useless men/ Too many jobs to work/ Exploiting survival's worth, when/ Will you reach the end of your rope?/ And you'll find it in a noose/ Will you go to hang, smile on your lips?/ Like Christmas to a goose.

It's hard to be a lover when your bed is burning/ It's hard to build a life when your families dying/ It's too hard not to care...

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