So what do you do for a living? I dug holes And what do you put in there? I bury hopes Born in the shadow of Babylon I speak in tongues but don't understand a word I know how to wield a sword but never learned how to plough I know how to build castles mountain high That are bound to fall I'm not a coward but I hide behind the words I play my songs, winds carry them home I know the science but the science doesn't know me And every now and then I burn Rome My children rule this world But they're raised to fail World owes you nothing Promised you nothing And nothingness swallows it all Don't curse, don't run Don't fight, don't fear Grow up before you grow old I really hoped that if I dig long enough I'd find hell- fire, pain and death But it's just mud and some plastic bags
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