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• Artiste: Living Things
• Titre: No New Jesus
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I live knowing that we're slaves to be sold And my paranoia is a joke, so I'm told And where's the new Jesus? Well, he's off praising the Lord The Yankee clinches the commie with his tight umbilical cord And they train you to never, ever grow old So wake up and uncuff your hands Now wake up, your future has been planned To play God you must round up your lambs Now wake up and uncuff your hands Wake up All those people will grow gold in their gut Patronizing weasels they don't like themselves that much And this can't last forever 'cause it's killing us all I lost an angel while I was digging in her dust And they train you to never, ever grow old So wake up and uncuff your hands Now wake up, your future has been planned To play God you must round up your lambs Now wake up and uncuff your hands Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up And they train you to never, ever grow old So wake up and uncuff your hands Now wake up, your future has been planned To play God you must round up your lambs Now wake up and uncuff your hands Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up