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Civilization's Dying

from "Garbage Beach" by Outer Spaces

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lyrics

Don't you ever dare try and double cross him again,
Don't you know your place? With your back to the fence, oh no.
He's a wolf in servants clothes.

Ain't nobody ever told you that the worth of a man,
Is determined by the weapon he holds in his hand, oh no.
Well, that's just the way it goes.

Civilization's dying. We keep being reminded,
The rich get fat and scratch each other's backs in the setting sun.
Civilization's dying. Throw a party to commemorize it.
They'll steal the lsat red cent from your bloody hands,
When the dealing is done.

We'll be buried in debt, even after we're dead.
They'll take the shirt off your back, and the sheets from your bed.
Our tomb stones all will read, "Been repossessed"
From the shirt off your back to the sheets on your bed.

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from "Garbage Beach", released October 14, 2014

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