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Honestly, why the hell are you standing there,
And what the hell are you waiting for?
Your expectant smile is starting to get on my nerves.
So tell me now, if you're so fucking rationalist,
So ruthlessly atheist, why the fuck are you a positivist? It doesn't work.
Because honestly, if you ignore the terminology,
Mainstream political philosophy grew out of Christian teleology.
Despite the claims on the packaging, all the liberals and the communists, all the people making promises, are pigs to a man and their premises are all the same.Everything is getting worse,
Which hardly comes as a surprise
No one guaranteed anything else,
So dry your eyes and pull yourself together,
Because things will keep on getting worse.
The guys in white will never win,
And I doubt we'll ever heal the world.But we can begin by learning how to deal with
The conflicts that arise between us, instead of pretending they'll go away.
It's better to light a candle than to fantasize about a sun.
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TURNER, FRANCIS EDWARD / DAWSON, BENJAMIN RUSSELL ERRING / FOWLER, THOMAS RUSSELL / RUZICKA, JULIAPublished by
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Million Dead were a London-based punk band that formed back in late 2000 through out of work associations, mutual friends and in the case of vocalist Frank Turner and drummer Ben Dawson from their previous band Kneejerk and ended after a farewell UK tour in September 2005. The combination of original guitarist Cameron Dean's diverse and intricate guitar riffs along with the powerhouse combination of Julia Ruzicka's bass lines were the perfect backdrop to Turner's often upfront and outspoken views on UK politics and society as a whole.

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