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The Paineful Truth
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Look at them now

What do they want

And what do they do now,

Nothing at all!

 

What do they know

What do they think

And who do they tell

Well, no one at all!

Their lives are truly meaningless

And we are busy being blessed

 

With all that we

Can take and pocket

No one needs to know

We're the plug

And they're the socket

Give us the juice

And we'll glow

 

Can't you hear the choir now

Listen to the animals sing!

Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells

In the land of the pigs

The butcher is king

 

How do they sleep

Their lives are so tawdry

We're the trash collectors

'Cause they're nothing but trash

What do you expect

They've got no standards

So we lower the bar

'Cause they're perfect for us

We'll open up Pandora's Box

Pandora gave us keys and locks

They're the victims

Waiting for their mugger

Come to the confessional

So I can tell you all to bugger off

There's no time like now

 

Can't you hear the choir now

Listen to the animals sing

Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells

In the land of the pigs the butcher is king

 

And we'll do it our way

It's our time to play

We know what to say

If they stand in our way

Don't stand in our way

No time like today

 

Can't you hear the choir now

Listen to the anthems we sing

Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells

In the land of the pigs

The butcher is king

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