Julian Coryell: Music

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Colin and Marshall told me to go and to sing a song for Cynics
I asked them how such a song cynical goes and they said, oh, just forget it!
And I don't know why we are
Such an angry soul bazaar
Robert and Lawrence told me to go and to sing a song for cynics
Seems every person that's living I know wants to hear a song for cynics
Tell me what is the appeal
Of a faithless world ideal?
You tell me all your love is gone
You tell me everything... well it's gone
It's gone, gone, gone, gone
There was a vote they left me a note, said to sing a song for cynics
Those with compassion are now out of fashion, the world's not yours to live in
And now all I think I see
A deaf aristocracy
You tell me all your hope is gone
You tell me everything... well it's gone
It's gone, gone, gone, gone!
Priests of the pope, the ones scoring dope want to hear a song for cynics
The poor and the paid, don't matter what shade, wanna hear a song for cynics
But I hope you don't agree
No I hope you don't agree
Please don't tell me you agree