Today,
We just keep going
DOWN,
No excellence is found
No pity, shame or care,
The world
Just one big flair
Of lies sold by
The Pound,
While honky-dories
Turn around,
And tell us
All is, great,
At least, socialism
Keeps advancing
Breaking, taking,
Shaking,
Good, unsolid ground...
Please wake me up
When another World
Is found.
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