Snog Cliche

On this hollow earth



In this empty space



We all dance to a tune



Played by the master race







Those faceless moneymen



Yeah, youre probably one of them



Hear their endless muzak tune



That plays on and on







And when the bullshit happy choir



Greets another grim day



When the angels swim to our aid



Well, here comes another cliche







While we hide from our barren end



The advertisers pretend



That the world is as they say



Well, here comes another cliche


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