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Hang our heroes on a string,

Wind them up and they will start to sing;

We can make them do almost anything,

We can make them our puppet kings.

Their eyes are deep and their hands are rough,

Their minds are sharp and their muscles are tough;

But we're getting older now, we've had enough

Of all that sycophantic hero stuff.

We can throw them all away, 

Keep them waiting for a rainy day,

We can give them all a holiday, 

It doesn't matter much, anyway,

It doesn't matter much - today.

Tear the blinkers from our leaders' eyes,

They know the truth but they prefer the lies;

They build us castles high up in the skies -

Sing their soporific lullabies.

Behind the mask lies the real face,

Inside the sleeve there's always one more ace;

We give them power and with the utmost grace

They point a pistol at the human race.

We can throw them all away, 

Keep them waiting for a rainy day,

We can give them all a holiday, 

It doesn't matter much, anyway,

It doesn't matter much - today.

Take the books from our teachers' hands,

The chances are they just don't understand;

The truth lies hidden in a grain of sand -

It can be found, but it can't be planned.

They may be willing but their hands are tied,

Too many others have already lied;

To fight the system would be suicide,

That's how freedom really died.

We can throw them all away, 

Keep them waiting for a rainy day,

We can give them all a holiday, 

It doesn't matter much, anyway,

It doesn't matter much - today.