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A wallflower living in a guntower He＇s whistling the Brandenburg Concerto thing Because he can be Sam collapsing and hysterical And I laugh at the world it＇s hysterical And I love the way it turns He＇s a going under living out Blue Thunder Bite the ankles of greed and kicked in the teeth But if you don＇t bite the hand that feeds That hand would own your soul and you dreams Like it owns everything And I love the world it＇s hysterical And I love the way that it turns Most things are more certain in this world You can buy Sam and you can buy me you can＇t buy Everything you can buy a washing machine You can even buy me and you can take away the war And the Brandenburg Concerto Still whistles on the breeze you can buy a Video you can buy Sam＇s jeans it＇s as if all I Had known was in fact a cancer that had Grown into an exotic dancer never a wish Or a battered eye like a dirty old sod Makes a pass out of a smile the tentative booms that are Propped up and cocked up and speaking double Dutch And seeming strangely shell shocked And I love the world it＇s hysterical And I love the way that it turns And most things are more certain In this world this world this world