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Welcome stranger listen in The presumption of innocence was buried again Carve up-selloff Triumphalism gotta be a curse or even worse It's inherited its recurring, oh God I have walked I have swum I've hitchhiked and I've run do you know what I mean I have sat with my beer in the EH drive in do you Know what I've seen The triumphalist and narcissist are joined ear And hip and phone They're worshipping their chrome Carve up-selloff Some people speak with chainsaw tongue, Some just golden arches smile Some relish others suffering, some just run and hide I have dreamed I have schemed I have made Myself clean do you know what I mean I have sat up and I have strayed got caught up And I prayed do you know what I've seen The story's just the same but he ending It can change He wants to build a monument it's everlasting In cement It's cellular recombinant he is not lite He will not die Carve up-selloff Gonna pick up all the pieces they're available From species With all the goat and all the sheep and all the Human bits and pieces but he'll make you Sign the releases - welcome - In the year of the reign of the real citizen kane Wilkommen, the squeeze is on, it's a falling Down on thou & I