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(Chorus)Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothingHear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothingL A U G H I N G laughingL A U G H I N G laughingJust when you figured it out someone lets you downWho'll make all the wrong decisions when the judge is up for trial?No-one has the cure for all our daily hurtsLeast of all this rock and roll, it's wannabee Christs all dead and dyingTruth, get stomach and wings!Mama Cass carrion crow!Pecking at the tongue of a still-warm bodyShut your mouth or laugh out loudHear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothingHear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing(Repeat chorus)We haven't said a wordWe haven't said a wordFor a few brief words and a few short lines I was taken to the coliseum, fed to the lions. And lions aren't the type you can really love enough, but you can turn 'em into rugs! Ow mate, can you spare some change? Too much. Are you down on your fashion, or down on your luck? Sometimes questions never get dropped. Hey Mick, are you dancing? I never stopped!(Repeat chours)Does anybody remember laughter? From Letras Mania