Kunci: B minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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The grey man at the wheel
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Looks around to see if there's
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some skirt he can steal
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Em
He doesn't really want to,
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he's just acting out a game
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And in their own fucked up way,
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most people do the same
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She cleans the bathroom mirror
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so she can line her eyes
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an artist in disguise
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She's not content with what she
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is, but she does the best she can
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But she doesn't do it for herself,
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she does it for her man
And meanwhile he's out hunting,
this master of the hunt
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Cruising down the high street in his
And the posters on the hoardings
Glossy ads, where men are men,
and women simply cute
And the men are in their motorcars and
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the men have nerves of steel
And they dreams of charlies angels
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as they firmly grip the wheel
And they fantasise they're screwing in
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the back seat of the car
Fantasise they're fucking with
a real life movie star
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Fantasies to fill the gaps, to fill in every crack
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A whitewash of reality to hide
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the truth they lack.
Now she's sponging down the cooker,
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on the surface all is fine
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'cause he's do ing overtime
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She switches on the telly,
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it makes her feel se cure
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Helps confirm her way of life,
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who needs to ask for more
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She sees the happy family unit,
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wife and hubby on the screen
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just like it's always been
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She's done the very best she can
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To love and honour and obey her man
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And if she should ever doubt the
wisdom of her choice
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She can turn on the television
for its moderating voice
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The ads and weekly series
are the proof she needs
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That a life of boredom
outweighs the deeds
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She sits up till the epilogue
and goes to bed alone
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Bb
Content that when he's finished
work he'll go straight home
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Meanwhile he downs another scotch,
the lady has a coke
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And if he's asked about
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the wife he treats it as a joke
you- know- what"
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He's got what it takes and
he'll take plenty more
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She took on a rat to keep the
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Then maybe in her loneliness she'll
want to have a child
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Who'll be taught the games of adulthood,
boxed and filed
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Another life to whitewash,
to us a child is born
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To follow in its parents' tracks,
the path's well worn
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Fantasy and falsehood, truth and lie
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The fucked up system they call reality
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The system needs its servants,
each birth is one more
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Gently talk of freedom as they quietly
lock the door
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'cause the system needs its servants
if the system's going to run
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Needs its fodder for the workhouse,
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