Dewar

Back when you were immature
 Fast asleep in class you were
 Dreaming of your grandfather
 Selling sod from cemetery plots
 Now he had the right stuff
 To pass the time in school is hard enough
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 After class said, "What a jerk!"
 To criticize a student's work
 Especially in front of everyone
 It was only tongue in cheek
 Just another chip
 On the shoulder of
 A brooding little boy
 Who'll one day bring the nations to their knees
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 Wasted days
 Slotted spoon
 Paper moon
 On a summer's day he said
 There's no mystery at all
 If it comes to pass
 Each day could be our last
 And who can count their blessings
 When their days are numbered too?
 All our days are numbered
 You struck a match
 Started to cry
 Cry
 Cry
 Cry
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 Now you're on the winning team
 Brand new IBM machine
 Sure, it isn't what it seems
 But it'll do for a utopia
 Money, drugs, and sex
 In the military industrial complex
 
 Our fates are written in the stars
 Competition, waging wars
 Just a couple micrograms
 Of a new enriched plutonium
 And oh, I don't know when
 Or how I will begin
 Or how to trust a whim
 Or notion you're no longer making sense
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 Reading this
 Cast a stone
 Leave alone
 On a gloomy day he said, "There's no dignity no more"
 No one wants to hear a 65 year engineer
 So you packed your bags and left
 Clear across the continent
 Now your pensions's coming
 You closed the blinds
 Started to cry
 Cry
 Cry
 Cry
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 Weapons grade
 One act play
 Drum and bass
 Leave a trace