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Negotiating the Clowns

de Angelus Apatrida

One day you wake up dreamin'
and think about two worlds colliding
Where priests are furious leaders
and politicians hand-stretching
Back to the age of horror,
where people live with hollow sorrow
Forty years of stupid circus
of psycho men and fans of Hitler.

It's hard to understand
that we are living in this century
I thought that we were free
and it only seems our chains stay clean

I don't want your fuckin' Bible,
your wooden god, your Christ or Jesus
Eagles, yokes or flowing arrows,
your homelands flagging superstitions.

This is the business of the laughing clowns
the ones who try to save the world
becoming dictators of an inner war
The ones who stand alone

Our fists up to the sky,
prepare to crush your face of sand
A new church will burn today,
the only one (that) will illuminate the way

Shot down the red-blue gull,
I wanna hear you saying goodbye
You thought we were afraid,
and now you see we're here again.

This is the business of the laughing clowns
the ones who try to save the world
becoming dictators of an inner war
The ones who stand alone

That's the way we build our world
with blood and gold just cleanin' our shit hole.

One day you wake up dreamin'
and think about two worlds colliding
Where priests are furious leaders
and politicians hand-stretching
Back to the age of horror,
where people live with hollow sorrow
Forty years of stupid circus
of psycho men and fans of Hitler.

That's the way we build our world
with blood and gold just cleanin' our shit hole.

It's hard to understand
that we are living in this century
I thought that we were free
and it only seems our chains stay clean

I don't want your fuckin' Bible,
your wooden god, your Christ or Jesus
Eagles, yokes or flowing arrows,
your homelands flagging superstitions.

This is the business of the laughing clowns
the ones who try to save the world
becoming dictators of an inner war
The ones who stand alone

The business of the laughing clowns
the ones who try to save the world
becoming dictators of an inner war
The ones who stand alone

That's the way we build our world
with blood and gold just cleanin' our shit hole.

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