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A face that you're feeling instead of processing.
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You pull a face, and poke it towards the stage,
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and we lah-di-dah
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we sing and dance and tumble around.
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And all you see up here, it's not people,
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you don't see people up here, it's all fodder.
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And the faker the fodder, the more you love it,
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because fake fodder's the only thing that works any more.
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Fake fodder is all that we can stomach. Actually, not quite all.
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Real pain, real viciousness, that we can take.
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Yeah, stick a fat man up a pole.
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We laugh ourselves feral, because we've earned the right,