The neon haze of city lights
The tribal sound of marching feet
Cuts through the gloom on cold dark nights
The tired and homeless roam the streets
The sirens wail the engines roar
A shadowed man just glances around
A victim of life's mindless toil
Lies cold and helpless on the ground
The window dummies silent stare
Bear witness on the nights
If they could move
What it would proved

You got no job you got no pay
Join the military, sign today
They'll take you off to fight on foreign shores
You'll be your mother's pride and joy
Her armed and dangerous golden boy
A uniformed hero that shows no fear
The khaki ranks of flesh and steel
Learning how to smile and kill
They'll teach you to ignore the screams and tears

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You might believe, and still you feel the chase has just begun.
That you must reach that horizon before the setting of the sun.
You chase the light in front of you, nightfall close behind.
If you stop to catch your breath, you know what you will find.
Don't slow down don't touch the ground.
You know what you will find.
That old grey man in tattered clothes following behind.

Ah who seh, sensimilla
Ah who seh, lambsbread I till ya
Ah who seh, sensimilla
The wicked man, the wicked man deh'pon the street
A whole heap of wind-ups deh'pon the street
Thiefing, looting, lying, me seh dep'pon the street
A hustling, a hustling deh'pon the street
Me seh a flat-foot hustling deh'pon the street
The drug squad seh them dep'pon the street.
B-line, mash it, me seh mash it, me seh

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A human statue made of living stone
A paradox etched in human bone
If you could look behind his thin disguise
There's a hidden glint of madness in his eyes.
Many men are fooled by his smile
His superficial grace his charm his style
Sardonicus is everybody's friend
Sardonicus keeps smiling to the end.

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I am the one in ten
A number on a list
I am the one in ten
Even though I don`t exist
Nobody Knows me
Even though I`m always there
A statistic, a reminder
Of a world that doesn`t care
My arms enfold the dole queue
Malnutrition dulls my hair
My eyes are black and lifeless
With an underprivileged stare
I`m the beggar on the corner
Will no-one spare a dime?

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There's no-one coming with that freedom train.
There's nowhere you can go where you feel no pain.
Take the blinkers off you eye's,
The power is in your hand.
Stop waiting for your ticket to the promised land.
There ain't no heaven and there ain't no hell.
Except the one we're in, and you know to well
There's no-one waiting on,
Waiting on a higher high.

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