There's this place full of mountain heads
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Living and chewing on the fat
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Built upon the hazy plan
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Like foundations slipping through the sand
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Long teeth and whiskers like a rat
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Fearing only those present
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They got zero emotion
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And everybody's fed up with that
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Warm outside but very cold within
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Followed and praised for many years
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They got all the promotions
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Isn't that the way it's always been
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History's written always red
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It's pages are painful and clear
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It's so full of devotion
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Makes you wonder where it could have led
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Put the lights out, fair weather ahead
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These strange new creatures
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Aha, they won't be led
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Fair Weather Ahead
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| INXS |
