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Subject, Citizen - Consumer Free/Fair Trade - Mass Producer Now we're so free To sell these fetters of subtlety This is Progress You are Powerless While our love's as white as snow And our lust's as black as ash The Tulips bow their pretty heads Just waiting for The Crash The hand that rocks the cradle The hand that locks the gate The hand that guides the market The hand that we create The is Progress You are Powerless While our love's as white as snow And our lust's as black as ash The Tulips bow their pretty heads Just waiting for The Crash Sitting in our English Country Garden And we're all just dying, dying inside From Letras Mania