They're playing tenets with our dreams again
Like since I can't remember when
the left wing and the right both know
the people are so far below
they'll never know
who really wins the point -
the times, I think, are out of joint
Tell me, whom shall we anoint?
You think it really matters? ... well....
I think I hear the dinner bell;
It's ringing merrily in hell.
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