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Born Every Minute

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Lead them by the nose Bring them to your knees Wind them round your little finger Drop them at your feet Lead them by the nose Bring them to your knees Wind them round your little finger Drop them at your feet But there's something in the air We must have cattle and clerics To wave to the hand and not books They run our bus, suits and our music And they do all our thinking for us But they should know there are limits It's not that we'd rather be struck But if they don't temper our thinking They'll do all our dying for us Lead them by the nose Bring them to your knees Wind them round your little finger Drop them at your feet 'Cause there's more than one born every minute More than one born every minute More than one born every minute No rest from dusk to dawn More sinned against than sinning Sometimes there's one minute too many Too many in the same age As sure as there is air They need us, need us But there's something in the air And we don't like it, like it As sure as there is air They need us, need us But there's something in the air And we don't like it, like it We use all the pigs and the peasants To weed what we shat in the dust So our chemicals swallow poor bodies They do all our starving for us We must have our sheep and our primates We told them we live for their love So they don't know a fact from a fiction And they do all our lying for us More than one born every minute More than one born every minute More than one born every minute No rest from dusk to dawn More sinned against than sinning Flying things, crawling things Big game, small game, it's all the same Dumb friends, vermin We feed them and eat them in exchange Think it over, think back Think it over, think back Think it over, think back Think it over, think back Every minute, every minute Every minute, every minute Born every minute, born every minute Born every minute, born every minute One born every minute, one born every minute One born every minute, one born every minute One born every minute, more than one born every minute One born every minute, more than one born every minute Lead them by the nose Bring them to your knees Wind them round your little finger Drop them at your feet As sure as there is air They think the world of us, the world of us But there's something in the air And we're disturbed, disturbed They do all our lying for us They do all our thinking for us They do all our starving for us They do all our living for us But they should know there are limits It's not that we'd rather be struck But if they don't temper our thinking They'll do all our dying for us As sure as there is air They think the world of us, the world of us But there's something in the air And we're disturbed, disturbed 'Cause there's more than one born every minute More than one born every minute More than one born every minute No rest from dusk to dawn More sinned against than sinning Sometimes there's one minute too many Too many in the same age Lead them by the nose But if they don't temper our thinking As sure as there is air They'll do all our dying for us