I will not wait, I will not see The things you crave are lost on me You took some earth. Gave it a name You plant a cross and trade the blame Dyed in the wool and dead of mind You took your stand. Left sense behind You stake it all on a sense of place And lose your head to save your face You've had your say Close your mouth If you know the way Then point it out Point it out The ways and means as yet unclear I only know where not to steer I have no plan, but this I know You're said your peace in God's main goal You've had your say Close your mouth If you know the way Then point it out Point it out All our voices out of tune All our graveyards full too soon What's the matter, let it drop Stupid, senseless, make it stop Stupid, senseless, make it stop All our voices out of tune (I will not wait) All our graveyards full too soon (I will not see) All your money in the bank (The things you crave) How it festered, how it stank (Are lost on me) Lose a thing you hold dear (You took some earth) All our freedoms disappear (Gave it a name) What's the matter, let it drop (You plant a cross) Stupid, senseless, make it stop (And trade the blame) Stupid, senseless, make it stop Stupid, senseless, make it stop Stupid, senseless, make it stop
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