They’re telling me all stories
about the end of it all
again with the collapse
the explosion, the fall
And the beggar on the wall
won’t notice a damn thing
not like to starve to death
ain’t common as a diamond ring
will there still be music?
will there still be trade?
will enough of us love peace
to get the necessary deals made
will you allow me
to suggest we wait and see
cause up to now we’ve been
damn worthless at futurity
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