Its the age of CVS Contract to contract And my stress levels rise This is a job for life there are no jobs for life I am forced to a decision I am forced to see the other side I can see a way out of here I can see a way out of here Placards of prophets And great leaders of men Personality cults All over again but well build shrines for our loved ones Well burn fires and lights And well talk of the old ways To find new ways that might... ...they just might In the villages and hills On the tundra and ice To the forests of kauri In the paddies of rice By the lakes on the plains To the great mountain range Love the land and its people I can see a way out With the hours that we kill And the dreams that we hide Of alternative lifestyles This savage freedom I love
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