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Now don't get bent out of shape, don't start tearing out your hair One a sweet little angel, that stuff's nowhere When the bombs go off on Oxford Street and the kids beat up old people It's just a soundtrack for your life it's just everyday evil CHORUS Don't let it break you down Don't let it break you down Don't let it break you down, higher! Some people are in charge of pens that shouldn't be in charge of brooms They have the nerve to rip up a man's life in a paragraph or two And the aeroplanes get yihacked and all the Americans get killed And the children are addicted to a sugar-coated pill (Chorus) Well you get sent out on the racetrack, you get spurs dug in your cheeks You'll see a winning post in the distance that you'll never reach And there's a hole in the atmosphere gets bigger every time you spray your hair And someone's drilling down through the earth just to see what's there (Chorus twice). |