Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

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And all I loved, I loved alone.

Control, you're free
To live in harmony

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Kansuki Yamamoto, My Thin-Aired Room, 1956

There was an idiot outside
Who couldn't cut it but he tried
To curry favour with a child
By being morally awry
Behind the cover of a screen
And many thousand miles between
He was a 'cowboy' by decree
And I'm still laughing at the irony
Of what else that means

The blind lead the blind
Eyes closed, hands tied
Give the order to fire
Start a war you can't survive
And she revealed her colours much too soon

So enter daddy on the scene
With fat fingers on the keys
He could've stopped it all right there
But he was too blind to see
See past his ego or his pride
Too used to being on the righteous side
He couldn't stomach being wrong
So just pretended to be right
And covered his eyes

The blind lead the blind
Typing contracts from juvenile minds
The blind lead the blind
Round in circles with schoolboy lies
The blind lead the blind
Tell an Eskimo snow isn't white
The blind lead the blind

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The light is bleeding out of me.

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