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Can’t keep gettin' screened by your Thought Police

Can’t live my life doin' as you please

Can’t have a voice, have a choice!

Won’t see your face and ever rejoice

Won’t shake your hand in your Rolls-a-Royce

Won’t catch the fleas carryin' your disease!

I wore all the suits of your biologies

I bore all the fruits of your theologies

I cooled down the rods of your ecologies

What does it take till you acknowledge these?

Back to the wall, Sham-Maker!

Can’t fool us all, Sham-Maker!

Can’t beat myself to death with a wet rat

Can’t live my life watchin' you get fat

Can’t sleep, all wet from sour sweat!

Won’t just forget you cloaked me in debt

Won’t kiss your ass and thats a threat

Won’t lay down flat I ain’t your welcome mat!

I taught all the tots your tautologies

I bought all your botched ideologies

I sung to the gods your doxologies

Well, here I come looking for apologies!

Back to the wall, Sham-Maker!

Can’t fool us all, Sham-Maker!

(He walks no walks but he talks the talks)

Back to the wall, Sham-Maker!

Can’t fool us all, Sham-Maker!

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