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Sloganeering

We all went down on a sloganeering show

A bitter fight and blows

And another way to matter

Another breath of life our times

Are always too slow

And nothing gets to you

Like the colours and the markers

The readymade carousing

And the sloganieering

You never had to worry

You never let go

We stammered out our feelings

For all that we know

We never had a break

We never had a chance

We lay down low

For the fifty minute breakdown

To feed the big machine

That we all pretend to know

And nothing gets to you

Like the colours and the markers

The readymade carousing

And the sloganeering

You never had to worry

You never let go

We stammered out our feelings

For all that we know

We never had a break

We never had a chance

We never had a break

We never had a chance