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In a darkened cage you swore to me

In the light of day I see my stolen self

Poverty and greed, I have no need

Smile and sorrow kind of go, let me grieve or let me know,

Let me steal where I find pain

Demonize those Jesus eyes, just another day

The sum of man is all that he can

Images of war came knocking at my door

Across the land the troubled man is out of hand

Super Bug in the blink of an eye, Death Jet race all over my face

Back on line no guarantee, witness to a television murder spree!

Red West knows best when he jump onto charity

Dirty Bertie and Flirty Flo show me the way to go home

Motorways and takeaways, and mercury at Safeway

And you don’t need a gun says Saatchi!

'You're so full of shite!'

said the modern muscovite

'I'm used to the murder of millions!'

Presidents eating residents who sleep with their dogs

Instead of the wives, it’s all pussy to me

Show me the way to go home

Obsession, possession, malnutrition rhythm

The Moscow mule is not such a fool

Trader rogue back in vogue, has it really come to this?