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I hear strange soundsIn the voices that come from the clownsWho dressed up as snakesTo fight for their stake in the townI feel heat, it poundsOn the streets where they fight for the crownAnd everyday I pull further awayFrom the crowdTo the life that lives in my headBut has no feet on the groundOf the love filled streets whereThe passing people smile you downAnd all those nice ideasThat don't stick around hereDoesn't that competing bullshit drag you down?Do the things you're needingMake the things you're feeling count?And when you've killed every last man standingWill you look aroundTo see that your fearsDidn' t go down with the crowd From Letras Mania