Stand on the shore looking at The New World
We rule all we survey with a scepter’s twirl
Aren’t we glorious? Aren’t we grand?
Are we not the gods? Are we not the damned?
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Oh, The New World
Full of high-falutin’ fuckers with our flags unfurled
It’s The New World
But we didn’t see it comin’ did we boys and girls?
Let us now revel in that which we made
Every vile achievement, every vain parade
It’s what we wanted, it’s what we need
It’s what is demanded by our avarice and greed
Chorus
Bridge
Stand on the shore of the Mess That We Made
As our vanities vanish and our glories fade
What the hell happened? What have we done?
Better be better, better run run run run
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