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| Failure's child is weak and mild Wide-eyed and ___________ A moment is the most She'll hang her day upon Others plan a life Without the faintest hope of change And belay all her knowledge Of where hope has gone In these ugly times An ugly mind will have its say And your betters would not Have it any other way Oh my eyesfor the sins I may not shed Burn like coals Inside my head Smoldering black And flaming red Oh my eyesfor the sins I may not shed Burn like coals Inside my head Smoldering black And flaming red Reconciled and pacified By bread and circus clowns Who keep you all in stitches As they keep you down Dust yourself down Tell me what on earth The fuss was for 'Cause what you've seen is nothing To what's still in store In these ugly times An ugly mind will have its say And your betters would not Have it any other way Oh my eyesfor the sins I may not shed Burn like coals Inside my head Smoldering black And flaming red Oh my eyesfor the sins I may not shed Burn like coals Inside my head Smoldering black And flaming red Oh my eyesfor the sins I may not shed Burn like coals Inside my head Smoldering black And flaming red |