"...Where's the truth? What's the use?
I'm hanging around lost and found
And when you're here, innocent
Fat chance, no plan
No regard for human life
Keep trying, you're not right
You're fast to lose, you will lose
You jumped the queue, go back again
President for life, lord of all
The flies in the sky, the beasts of the earth
The fish in the sea, you've lost command"
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