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4. LUNATIC PARADE
It´s a Sunday morning in bed
And I´m trying to clear my head
But I can´t relate to what ́s written
in the newspaper
I´m strumming my OM-42,
and some harmonies comes through
And my fingers play a melody so true
Oh, so true
So now I´m singing a vic´try song
That I´ve been holding back so long
Awaiting the words to come,
and here they come
So many things to say,
but my mind has gone astray
And it seems to matter more
what happens around me
With all of the fake news, polluting the air
A strategy so way out of hand
Supporting the ones, who´s got a thirst for power
But with their own agenda at hand
A lunatic parade
The lunies on parade