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I was walking down the street with my chains tied up to my feet I leaned instead of jiggie with the sidewalk Now this street tells the same old boring tale that has failed in so many ways of life To trust its stories you’ve got to be dull as them And all the love I’ve got in here You’ve just killed you peasants didn’t even care The love I had in store you raped for more And all the dreams I had in here you’ve just stolen You peasants didn’t even care But the dreams I had for her you cannot touch, my golden hand ‘ Cause it’s guarded by your promises I met her in a crowded room where the bookshelves help you and knowledge takes your hand I watched her beauty from an armchair I said “Hey girl have you seen that film with those kids in New York in the eighties Oh, you have – Well, can I watch it with you anyway” And all the love I’ve got in here… Congratulation Mr. Major you savior, betrayer, you stinking master of trusts How does it feel to ride all those horses You cannot touch our hearts when w
