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The Gong Man
03:32
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Wake in fear, stretch out an arm
Feeling for the gong-alarm
A gong at eight, the breakfast churns
By the fire the trousers burn
Who is the Gong Man?
The Gong Man strikes for lunch and then
The Gong Man sends me back again
I watch the gong, its movement slight
At last it sends me home at night
Who is the Gong Man?
Who is the Gong Man?
Back to bed, the ringing fades
But dreams are bronze of many shades
Whilst half asleep the Gong Man cries
I wind the gong and realise
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
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The Chinese must be yellow, while the Russians paint it red
Just like the necks of Americans who turn blue when they're dead
Colour bars serve hatred to those they don't let in
Black and white aren't colours, they're just shades on your skin
The colours, colours, colours are speaking to me
Orange government agent shooting at the leaves
Wipe away the sweat of responsibility on your brown shirt sleeves
Different hues take over to keep corporations in the pink
The evidence is all around you, use your grey matter and think
The colours, colours, colours are speaking
A marching riot of colour, harmful ultra-violent
Gloss over cause and reason, the loud are best kept silent
Red crosses over nations, blood of the young and green
Winning medals in the battles, synthetic esteem
The colours, colours, colours are speaking to me
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Wake in fear, stretch out an arm
Feeling for the gong-alarm
A gong at eight, the breakfast churns
By the fire the trousers burn
Who is the Gong Man?
The Gong Man strikes for lunch and then
The Gong Man sends me back again
I watch the gong, its movement slight
At last it sends me home at night
Who is the Gong Man?
Who is the Gong Man?
Back to bed, the ringing fades
But dreams are bronze of many shades
Whilst half asleep the Gong Man cries
I wind the gong and realise
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
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