You laugh at the things you don't understand
Wash my blood from your feeble hands
And even though you're trying hard
You're happy as a pig in sand
You glut yourself from the fat of the land
Climbing up your ladder high
Treading on your fellow man
Bowing down you'll never make a stand
Beat the Joneses if you can
In your ugly clothes you look so grand
Take a look at yourself, you're a fuck of a man
And day by day you're looking back
You laugh at the things you don't understand
Wash my blood right off your hands
Nowhere, Nowhere, Nowhere Man
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