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Hang our heroes on a string,
Wind them up and they will start to sing;
We can make them do almost anything -
We can make them our puppet kings.
Their eyes are deep and their hands are rough,
Their minds are sharp and their muscles are tough;
But we're getting older now, we've had enough
Of all that sycophantic hero stuff.

We can throw them all away,
Keep them waiting for a rainy day,
We can give them all a holiday,
It doesn't matter much, anyway,
It doesn't matter much - today.

Tear the blinkers from our leaders' eyes,
They know the truth but they prefer the lies;
They build us castles high up in the skies -
Sing their soporific lullabies.
Behind the mask lies the real face,
Inside the sleeve there's always one more ace;
We give them power and with the utmost grace
They point a pistol at the human race.

We can throw them all away,
Keep them waiting for a rainy day,
We can give them all a holiday,
It doesn't matter much, anyway,
It doesn't matter much - today.

Take the books from our teachers' hands,
The chances are they just don't understand;
The truth lies hidden in a grain of sand -
It can be found, but it can't be planned.
They may be willing but their hands are tied,
Too many others have already lied;
To fight the system would be suicide,
And that's how freedom really died.

We can throw them all away,
Keep them waiting for a rainy day,
We can give them all a holiday,
It doesn't matter much, anyway,
It doesn't matter much - today.