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lyrics: J. Morse © 1984 The show's begun. . . They're killing everyone. . . Look at you, you're just a spineless waste You never took the time, your life too ruled by haste Endless demands, invariable concessions Losing your hands in rapid succession Appeasing the powers that stand in your path Retreating until there's no turning back But no matter how much you give them Still they stand in your way And now you've got nothing to say Diplomat - the words are stuck on your lips You're always on the move, but they're just suicidal trips Handing things out for your protection Policies shout, no escape from detection You've only got so many cards you can play Dealing them out - but there'll come a day When you've given up all that you can give them And now you are the one in their way Still nothing to say. . . Using your friends as bargaining chips Words spilling out - Freudian slips? One falls, then another, you're the cause of it all Domino theory, never see clearly, that you'll surely be the last one to fall Now you've turned against all of those you called your friends Do you think that the means have justified the ends? On the homefront, the show's begun They're killing everyone. . . |