A Century Of Fakers

There are people goin' hungry
Far away.
They've got nothing on their plates
And you're filling your fat face
With every different kind of cake.

If you ever go lardy,
Or go lame
I will drop you straight away
For that's the chance you're gonna take
for every stupid thing you say.

There are people going lonely
And they'll stay
Lonely far into the year
'Cause you're making blinkers fashionable
And fashionably you'll say

All is equal in love and war
And I'm sorry
But I've got some things to do.
And you pretend to read your book
You'll never finish 'til the day

That the author dedicates it
To a century of fakers
They took your mold and they burned it on the fire in history today
Yeah, the author dedicates it
To a century of fakers
He was an anarchist, he tried his best, but it wasn't good enough.
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Did I say I would see you soon
Well I'm sorry
But I just came of my bike
And my face is scarred
And chances of me seeing you tonight

I was over the other side of the city
And if the truth be known I'd say
That you looked great from there
Before you shaved
Your golden hair today

Everybody's trying to make us
Another century of fakers.
They took your mold and they burned it on the fire in history today
Everybody's trying to make us
Another cool decade of fakers

Everybody's trying to make us
Another century of fakers.
Everybody's trying to make us
Another century of fakers.
Everybody's trying to make us
Another century of fakers.
Everybody's trying to make us
Another century of fakers.
Everybody's trying to make us
Another cool decade of fakers.
Everybody's trying to make us
Another century of fakers.
Everybody's trying to make us
Another cool decade of fakers.
Everybody's trying to make us
Another century of fakers.
two, three, four.