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Wall of Death

de Sinéad O'Connor

I used to think the world was flat
Rarely threw my hat into the crowd
I felt I had used up my quota of yearning

Used to look in on the children at night
In the glow of their Donald Duck light
And I frighten myself with the thought of my little
ones burning
But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning

Satellite buzzing through the endless night
Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights
Jesus Christ imagine what it must be earning

Who is the strongest, who is the best
Who holds the aces, the East or the West
This is the crap our children are learning
And oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, the tide is turning
Oh, the tide is turning

Now the satellite's confused
'Cos on Saturday night
The airwaves were full of compassion and light
And his silicon heart warmed
To the sight of a billion candles burning

But I'm not saying that the battle is won
But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun
Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the War
Lords
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, the tide is turning Sylvester

Oh, oh, the tide is turning. (repeat many times)

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