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They blew a hole in the matrix.
Then they waited there inside
until the ones who ran the place.
brought the man who had no face
They painted spaceships in the sky,
because the mob was at the door
The hedge funds squeezed the middle class,
and then they squeezed a little more
They watched them do the things they do
until they gave the plot away,
and then God tossed a spanner in
on that ordinary day
There is nothing ordinary,
about the great extraordinary
that angels do like nothing,
given who they’re working for.
Yes, anyone could do the same,
and serve the one without a name.
So if you work for someone else,
you have yourself to blame.
They set them up in the early days,
before The World was born.
The fix was in right from the start
Before they broke the Father’s heart
See... that was all as meant to be,
the broken heart was the instrument
that played the melody,
and the dark side never had a chance.
There is nothing ordinary,
about the great extraordinary
that angels do like nothing,
given who they’re working for.
Yes, anyone could do the same,
and serve the one without a name.
So if you work for someone else,
you have yourself to blame.
There has never been a time,
when the kingdom down below
did not serve the one above,
who rules all the worlds with love
Monsters come and monsters go,
the femme fatales and curb pumps too.
It’s all a racket in the street,
where pimps and marks and muggers meet.
God is one and demons many.
These reflections in a spider’s eye
They subdivide the Tucumcari,
and cast out nines to stay alive
There is nothing ordinary,
about the great extraordinary,
that angels do like nothing,
given who they’re working for.
Yes, anyone could do the same,
and serve the one without a name.
So if you work for someone else,
you have yourself to blame.
If you work for someone else
You have yourself to blame.
