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TOO LATE
(written 1992/recorded 2008)



somewhere down the drain
at the edge of life
where gutter kids play hide-and-seek
the mischief starts and takes its course
attacks the ignorance we'll still keep

she cried from where she was for a hand of help
the people's filter made her fade away
he was beaten up by two so-called friends
some people laughed but didn't stay

where are we coming from and going to
and when the scales fall from our eyes
then it's too late to change the past
who do we listen to or just laugh at
and when the truth should somehow dawn
then it's to too late to repent at last

forgotten hamlets at the end of the world
where dwarfs and fairies till their fields
their modesty that's kept them save will disappear
without so much as by your leave

and all that hindsight will be for the birds
when constant worry slips away
when a force majeure engorges all you've got
good mis-Ún-scene, let's call it a day

where are we coming from and going to
and when the scales fall from our eyes
then it's too late to change the past
who do we listen to or just laugh at
and when the truth should somehow dawn
then it's to too late to repent at last

in a shabby, vile villa at the border of the town
the gangland's assembled, soon their beer will drown
their sorrows and fellows when they've fallen down
and when they've slept it off they will realise that they're alone
that they're alone

a child lives hungry in a shanty slum
the daily news image on a TV program
the audience pretending to be drowning in fun
and they are all denying that the end has just begun
it's just begun

and it's just a state of mind i'm telling
i'm on the runaway syndrome again
dumbing down of the folk struck all blind i'm blaming
now it's too late for enlightenment again

a notorious dive at the outskirts of the city
as the g-strings falls revealing carnal beauty
the randy rabble claps to upgrade their sexuality
don't let them squirt into their toilets just put them out of their misery
out of their misery

now all of you recline in your snug, fat easy-chairs
and my arguments decline as i'm about to tear my hairs
say, who on earth can fool himself and think he's free from cares
but i don't mind you destiny 'cause that aren't my affairs
not my affairs

and it's just a state of mind i'm telling
i'm on the runaway syndrome again
dumbing down of the folk struck all blind i'm blaming
now it's too late for enlightenment again



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