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This is my forty fifth depressing tune They're looking for money as they clean my artistic womb And when I give birth to the child I must take to flight 'Cause the black in our pocket won't let us fight A proper fight So hey baby Can you shed some light on the problem maybe 'Cause we're all tired and we'd like to know If we should pack our tents shut down the show Yes we should like to see a burning bush type sign But anything would be fine We're all told to dance we never picked the tune Hanging like puppets they feed us from bent steel spoon But we're sealing our lips for the someday when the needle And the violet l was songs of the pain Songs that explain All our circles and strains So hey baby Can you shed some light on the problem maybe 'Cause we're all crying and we'd like to know If we should pack our tents shut down the show Yes we should like to see a burning bush type sign But anything would be fine We're all dying and we'd like to know If we should pack our tents shut down the show Yes we should like to see a burning bush type sign And we should like to see you pack your tents shut down your show And we should like to see a burning bush type sign But anything would be fine Oh anything would be fine