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Oxymoron Best Before 2000

he's the ghost behind the scenes a nightmare born by modern times different faces, various places you're never really sure if he's around he's so insidious

you know my mind is twisted i'm struggling for control a discrepant identity but fused into a whole an hour one half takes hold of me the other it is

a brick stone wall blocks up your escape can't hide or run away a shiver running down your neck reminds you of your fright he's behind you, he's the

You're posy styled to impress somebody You're out for fame and loads of money But selling out is nothing new You've hit the charts with a boring tune

It's the same old game, but you can't keep up. You mouth is gonna cry, but they wanna keep it shut. What do you expect in this break down age? Spit out

Now you're in a jam, hold your head between your hands. Clench your fist to keep your ground, in a war that can't be won. [Chorus:] Banned to the borstal

There's boiling masses on the dole. The same came off some years ago. What a prospect for my country. So give up and hope and let us be. Join the queue