Dance of the Village Idiot

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Born to the sound of violins
Standing on the outside looking in
Let he who's pure and without sin cast the first stone

They smashed my face on the concrete floor
Thank you, sir
May I have some more?
Started getting blisters just keeping score of dreams all broken

Take me to the one in charge
I don't like the things I see
If you take my point of view
One of sad sobriety
Mankind on a killing spree
Closing in on you and me

Big man's pissed 'cause you've been bad
You spit in my face and now he's mad
But he's the best friend you could ever have
Brimstone, fire!

Work all day, break my back
In the evening on the road
Go home then I hit the sack
In the morning another load
In the end they put you in another box just like before



Credits
Writer(s): Tal Cohen Shalev
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