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When a man is running from his boss who holds a gun that fires cost
And people die from being old or left alone because they're cold
And bombs are dropped on fighting cats, and children's dreams are run with rats
If you complain, you disappear, just like the lesbians and queers.
No one can love without the grace of some unseen and distant face
And you get beaten up by blacks who, though they worked, still got the sack
And when your soul tells you to hide, your very right to die's denied
And in the battle on the streets, you fight computers and receipts
And when a man is trying to change it only causes further pain,
You realize that, all along, something in us going wrong...
You stop dancing.
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When a man is running from his boss who holds a gun that fires cost
And people die from being old or left alone because they're cold
And bombs are dropped on fighting cats, and children's dreams are run with rats
If you complain, you disappear, just like the lesbians and queers.
No one can love without the grace of some unseen and distant face
And you get beaten up by blacks who, though they worked, still got the sack
And when your soul tells you to hide, your very right to die's denied
And in the battle on the streets, you fight computers and receipts
And when a man is trying to change it only causes further pain,
You realize that, all along, something in us going wrong...
You stop dancing.