Humiliatus
Aren't we?
High class my ass
A veneer
That's all it is
Different thicknesses
Undercover libertines
Counterfeit Charlatans
Not everyone, maybe
But the majority
All the worlds a stage
As you like it right
Not everyone, okay.
Yeah, altruism exists
In its anonymity
Even Mother T. supposedly had her hand in the till
Can you believe that
Negligence too, Lawks-a-lordy
One hundred and ninety-five countries
Eight billion people
Seven thousand languages
Forty-two hundred religions
The makings of a show
…and it is, isn't it?
Nuke up
Puke up
Tally ho and away we go
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