They were born without a name
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winning every crooked game
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a different face
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a different smile
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in single order, single file
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I sit here and watch the hands of the clock
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and wonder where is time going.
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Pulling the strings of God
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answering yes to a nod
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the madmen have all gone insane
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pushing the buttons of nerveless pain.
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They used to gas people in a poisonous way
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on the trains to nowhere.
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The president's men are on TV
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I love how they wave to you and me.
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If Jesus could tell the men from the snakes
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they would all be serpents.
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They sit here and watch the hands of the clock
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and wonder where is time going.
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Madmen
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The Samples |