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Now don't get bent out of shape, don't start tearing out your hair
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One a sweet little angel, that stuff's nowhere
D g d g
When the bombs go off on oxford street and the kids beat up old people
D g d g
It's just a soundtrack for your life it's just everyday evil
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Don't let it break you down don't let it break you down
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Don't let it break you down
Some people are in charge of pens that shouldn't be in charge of brooms
They have the nerve to rip up a man's life in a paragraph or two
And the aeroplanes get hijacked and all the americans get killed
And the children are addicted to a sugar-coated pill
Well you get sent out on the racetrack, you get spurs dug in your cheeks
You'll see a winning post in the distance that you'll never reach
And there's a hole in the atmosphere gets bigger every time you spray your hair
And someone's drilling down through the earth just to see what's there
