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The Discards

アーティスト:Leslie Fish  アルバム:Firestorm: Songs of the Third World War 

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Look on the horizon. What do my eyes behold? Is that a herd of bison Or a convoy rolling bold? Could that be my old master And all his princely crew, Who ran from the disaster That they put us peasants through, They put us peasants through? Who else would roll so proudly Across this blasted land? Who else would bitch so loudly On every channel band? Now do they think that no one Could stay out here alive, Or did they think us low ones Were too stupid to survive, Too stupid to survive? Why did they leave their bunkers They built so long ago? Did they come forth to conquer, Or did their food run low? Their wheels so sleek and bossy, All stuffed with high-tech gear, No longer look so glossy After driving long out here, Driving long out here. For what looks good in planning May not be built to last. Tech toys wore out with manning. Replacements went out fast. But salesman's smart assurance Won't hold you up in hell. Survival means endurance, And we've learned that lesson well, We've learned that lesson well. For when they fled the city And left us to our fate, No panic and no pity, Nor did we stand and wait, But jumped up and, unguarded, We looted for our tools. We may have been discarded,


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