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Voice Of Reason lyrics
Today, we see a spiritually impoverished nation.
Our sense of culture finds its highest expression
in the bingo caller's mantra
or the auctioneers hammer
beating out the coded rhythms of privilege.
Let the dead bury their dead,
not drag their corpses over our stage!
New hammers, new rhythms, new chants!
Our legacy,
violence and corruption through our TV screens.
A government that cares more for death than life,
more for destruction than creation,
a government that closes hospitals
and opens nuclear air bases,
a government that conspicuously favours its wealthy,
its corrupt,
its immoral citizens,
but denies basic human rights to the majority.
Extreme conditions demand extreme responses!
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