 (B. Dickinson/ Roy Z)
With sense of irony everyone you see is chasing their illusion
Take a dive or sink or swim, but in the end you're in the same pollution
In your world escape is swift, the nonsense list is all you need to know
In the land of dreams, you make the right connections, then you'll be the
hero...
Ecstasy, the cult of me provides our institutions
You can live forever besides a grave that stands where people used to function
You can join the saviours of our culture, vultures circling overhead my sky
Like the sin of gluttony won't set you free, but Betty Ford can help you try
You can get all the things you never needed
You can sell people crap and make them eat it
CHORUS:
Where is our John Wayne
Where is our sacred cowboys now?
Where are the indians on the hill
There's no indians left to kill
People die with oxygen and all their money can afford a breath
People starving everywhere and staring in the face of death
Prostitutes and politicians laying in their beds together
You can be the saviour of the poor making up the policies to open the back
door...
You can get all the things you never needed
You can sell people crap and make them eat it
REPEAT CHORUS (x2)
SOLO
You can get all the things you never needed
You can sell people crap and make them eat it
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