It's got to be a movie by Kubrick or Fellini
It just can't be real. It doesn't have the feel
Here's the weakest people in The Middle East
Grown as food in prisons and then fed to the beast
There must be a reason why The World goes South
First, you need a climate of apathy and doubt
Then you need the comfort of material ease
It's the best conditions for growing the disease
That finally wipes them out
That finally cleans the place
And... except for broken crockery
They're gone without a trace.
I know this can't be real... am I in a film?
Is this the drying room where they fire up the kiln?
I think the potter's angry some of the pots are odd
But....he made the Buddha, and he made De Sade?
What kind of world has both of these?
What the Hell is going on?
Am I supposed to have the answer
Or someone rings the gong?
Tell me! What's the question?
Who locked me in this room?
I heard I'm getting out of here
I heard... it won't be soon.
Who put the very worst of us
In charge of all the rest?
Who's watching through that mirror?
Is this... some kind of test?
Why did I die in pointless wars
Oh, so many... many times?
Am I some kind of actor
Can't remember all his lines?
The pretty women all get old
Their bodies fall apart
I'm told to love humanity
But they just break my heart
I know this can't be real, I'm in some kind of play
Where is The Director? They said he went away
An owl killed the nightingale. Its blood is on the ground
Wanting lasts forever. The World keeps turning round
What kind of world has all of these?
What the Hell is going on?
Am I supposed to have the answer
OR someone rings the gong?
Tell me! What's the question?
Who locked me in this room?
I heard I'm getting out of here
I heard... it won't be soon.
There must be a reason why The World goes South
First, you need a climate of apathy and doubt
Then you need the comfort of material ease
It's the best conditions for growing the disease
That finally wipes them out
That finally cleans the place
And... except for broken crockery
They're gone without a trace.
I'm not really here, you know? I am somewhere else.
I'm sleeping in a window box. The Sun is pouring through
The room is filled with music because light turns into sound
And... somehow I am here again, so... pour another round!
Pour another round! We'll talk about the war
And why we have this feeling,
like we've all been here before.
And why we have this feeling,
like we've all been here before.
I heard I'm getting out of here
I heard... it won't be soon.
I heard I'm getting out of here
I heard... it won't be soon.
I heard... it won't be soon
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