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Is the party nearly over? Wonder who stole the bread Like a beggar on the corner with a price on his head Does it get worse than people thinking that you're already dead? And I feel Bought at a distance Cut in the shade Son, don't learn to write a song, it's just a modern disgrace When some can write an algorithm matching music to taste It's a culture coliseum putting art in its place And I feel Born at a distance Wrought in the shade Maybe Kafka was right You'll be found dead where you're standing The hunger artist's life is just too demanding As they all line-up to hear the new gold standard The weak and injured will be last on the train In fact, we'll leave them all behind and keep more money that way As they all line-up to hear the new gold standard The prince dressed as a pauper - Oldest trick in the book The good will work for nothing so the rest must be crooks No one's got a conscience, kids, quick, go take a look And I feel Letras de cancionesBought at a distance Cut in the shade Gather boys and girls, you'll want to catch the next show It costs, well, almost nothing, except for checking your coat Four gentlemen will synchronize the slit of their throats And I feel Bought at a distance Cut in the shade Maybe Kafka was right You'll be found dead where you're standing The hunger artist's life is just too demanding As they all line-up to hear the new gold standard The weak and injured will be last on the train In fact, we'll leave them all behind and keep more money that way As they all line-up to hear the new gold standard It's absurd It's uncaring It's at its worst when the public is staring See 'em all line up to hear the new gold standard No goals No innovating Just one sound: and it's the bleating of mating As they all line-up to hear the new gold standard From Letras Mania