.Welcome my son to where the work is never done
And the hungry are seldom ever fed
The department of false hope is a proving ground for dopes
And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread (Hosanna)
So hold your head up high forgotten man
Tomorrow won't be made for you.
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