Goodbye
and good luck
To all
the promises you've broken
Goodbye
and good luck
To all
the rubbish that you've spoken
Your
life has lost its dignity
Its
beauty and its passion
You're
an accident waiting to happen
There
you are standing at the bar
And
you're giving me grief about the DDR
And
that chip on your shoulder get bigger as you get older
One
of these nights you're gonna get caught
It'll
give you a pregnant pause for thought
You're
a dedicated swallower of fascism
Time
up and time out
For
all the liberties you've taken
Time
up and time out
For
all the friends that you've forsaken
If you
chose to waste away
Like
death is back in fashion
You're
an accident waiting to happen
My sins
are so unoriginal
I have
all the self loathing of a wolf in sheep's clothing
In this
carnival of carnivores, heaven help me
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