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One day the devil came above ground

One day the devil came above ground

To study his interests

He saw everything

The devil, he heard everything

And having seen all

Having heard all

He returned to his home below

And down below

They organised a grand feast

At the end of this feast

The devil rose to deliver his speach

This is the jist of what he said



Okay!



Okay

The world up there is like a sea

Of raging fires that spit and roar

Okay

And man has fought like crazy

With dangerous games of war

Okay

Trains are derailed

A crash

His boys filled with ideals

Place bombs on the tracks

Well that creates original death

That death creates without confession

Confessions without remission

Okay

Nothing is sold

But all is bought

Honour and sainthood

Okay

And states change secretly

Into anonymous societies

Okay hey hey

And the mighty extort their dollars

From countries that are poor

And Europe also rips the scars

With it`s post colonial gorge

That creates death from starvation

And starvation of nations

Okay

And man has seen so much of it

That his eyes have become grey

Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

And no songs seem to exist

Except when sung on stage

Okay

They dispense with hired thugs

And jack-ass poets get the elbow

but in the papers everywhere

Every shit has his photo

That creates evil in honest folk

And laughter in dishonest ones

Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay!

Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay!

Okay!

Okay! Hahaha!

Okay! Hahaha!

Okay

One day the devil came above ground

One day the devil came above ground

To study his interests

He saw everything

The devil, he heard everything

And having seen all

Having heard all

He returned to his home below

And down below

They organised a grand feast

At the end of this feast

The devil rose to deliver his speach

This is the jist of what he said



Okay!



Okay

The world up there is like a sea

Of raging fires that spit and roar

Okay

And man has fought like crazy

With dangerous games of war

Okay

Trains are derailed

A crash

His boys filled with ideals

Place bombs on the tracks

Well that creates original death

That death creates without confession

Confessions without remission

Okay

Nothing is sold

But all is bought

Honour and sainthood

Okay

And states change secretly

Into anonymous societies

Okay hey hey

And the mighty extort their dollars

From countries that are poor

And Europe also rips the scars

With it`s post colonial gorge

That creates death from starvation

And starvation of nations

Okay

And man has seen so much of it

That his eyes have become grey

Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

And no songs seem to exist

Except when sung on stage

Okay

They dispense with hired thugs

And jack-ass poets get the elbow

but in the papers everywhere

Every shit has his photo

That creates evil in honest folk

And laughter in dishonest ones

Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay!

Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay!

Okay!

Okay! Hahaha!

Okay! Hahaha!

Okay

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