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The rich get richer

The poor get the picture

The bombs never hit you

When you’re down so low

Some got pollution

Some revolution

There must be some solution

But I just don’t know

The bosses want decisions

The workers need ambitions

There won’t be no collisions

When they move so slow

Nothing ever happens

Nothing really matters

No one ever tells me, what am I to know

So what am I to know

You wouldn’t read about it

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Just another incredible scene

There’s no doubt about it

The hammer and sickle

The news is at a trickle

The commissars are fickle

But the stockpile grows

Bombers keeping coming

Engines softly humming

The stars and stripes are running

For their own big show

Another little flare up

Storm brewed in a tea cup

Imagine any mix up

And the lot would go

Nothing ever happens

Nothing really matters

No one ever tells me, what am I to know

So what am I to know

You wouldn’t read about it

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One unjust, ridiculous steal

Ain’t no doubt about it

You wouldn’t read about it

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Just another particular deal

There’s no doubt about it

The rich get richer

The poor get the picture

The bombs never hit you

When you’re down so low

Some got pollution

Some revolution

There must be some solution

But I just don’t know

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