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Give me a definition of sweet redemption;

Haircuts, t-shirts, disaffected egos creeping through the discos in the corners

of the scene

Greasing up the shillings, living in the seams;

Empty rooms, empty chairs, empty eyes with empty stares

But mouths keep moving, talking between cigarettes;

Trading inhibition for the benefit of student debt

Is our culture bigger than nature?

Well the girl on the steps says she needs you to taste her

And you’ve got tattoos, and Top Man shoes, twenty Marlboro Lights,

and tragically nothing else to lose

This could be the death of us all

This could be the rise and the fall

Henry Thoreau and Walt Whitman, couldn’t put my soul back together again

The newspaper said «Harold Pinter is Dead»

I’ve got the homecoming blues again

The crowd starts screaming «you're the one», your girlfriend complains, «Are we having fun?»

All your rivals become your disciples

Taking your words for their own

Mistaking your stool for a throne;

You give them a saviour: They won’t let you live

You give them a saviour: They won’t let you live

This could be the death of us all

This could be the rise and the fall

Henry Thoreau and Walt Whitman, couldn’t put my soul back together again

The newspaper said «Harold Pinter is Dead»

I’ve got the homecoming blues again

The mob helps you to carry the cross

The little girls weep in a smear of lip gloss

Paying the father to forgive the sins

The television feed, the anchorman grins

You give them a saviour: They won’t let you live

You give them a saviour: they won’t let you live

This could be the death of us all

This could be the rise and the fall

Henry Thoreau and Walt Whitman, couldn’t put my soul back together again

The newspaper said «Harold Pinter is Dead»

I’ve got the homecoming blues again

So ban the bombs and ban the dogs

Ban the lovers, ban the thugs

Ban the reasons, ban the choices

Ban the weather, ban the voices

Ban the booze, ban the drugs

Ban the birds and ban the bees

Ban the colours and ban the trees

Ban the boys down on their knees

We all go on like before

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