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The more I think about man
The more horrified I am
He needs an excuse to be alive
A reason to die a reason to lie
He needs an excuse to hide behind
A means to make his conscience blind
And he's gotone for every occasion
Not for charity not for compassion
In the name of you know who
You can do whatever you want to
Steal burn torture and lie
Live, love, perish an die
Les excuses sont faites pour s'en servir
