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letra de open season - manifesto jukebox

in the land plenty gears are turning
the faint hum tells that all is well
in lockstep with the highest bidder
the milestones getting lost in the blur
your amusing notions of trust and honesty
better dealt with the scorn they deserve
this is the stronghold of flexible slavery

(the tide will not turn)

the clocks have lost their hands
but the time will not miss them
the clocks have lost their hands
what will i do with mine
(our sordid history)
it can’t be undone
(our rife complacency)

through fields of sh-t we are marching
happy shoppers’ roles learn by heart
see my joy detect my pleasure
now the hunting season’s on
unswerving nation bursting with pride
so devoted to how things are
riding into the sunset as our heroes
the dust will settle on these who fall
the clocks have lost their hands
but the time will not miss them
the clocks have lost their hands
what will i do with mine
(our sordid history)
it can’t be undone
(our rife complacency)
…is all but gone

the clocks have lost their hands
but the time will not miss them
the clocks have lost their hands
what will i do with mine
(our sordid history)
it can’t be undone

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