Behind You, Soldier

One Percent PanicI get to live in your culture
I get to live in your trash
Tinsel eyed so scintillated
I get to pick up the mess

Bombs and guns and aeroplanes
Sheiks and sikhs completing the disease
I’m not an instigator
But I’m not free from it all

Congratulations, we’re going to hell
Too many people with their hands in the till
I’m not an operator
And I’m not clear as a bell

One chance to get out, one chance to get out
Calling all favors, your future’s in doubt
One chance to get out, one chance to get out
Conversation’s obsolete, there’s no time for that now
One chance to get out, one chance to get out
We’re integrating, you scream and you shout
One chance to get out, one chance to get out
Don’t delay me with a truce, start running now

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