.And when the dawn breaks through the drums start
Beating the morning to the farm
Your grimace widens and your lips part
Sounding the silent alarm
And when the bells explode they scatter>
Hitching a hand unto the breeze
The grand bureaucracy grows fatter>
Whistling the old m.
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