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Put on your uniform
Check your face for stains
There is nothing more distracting
Than feeling strange
When the whole world's keeping secrets
About its aches and pains
And how we've all just grown unused to
Feeling a little insane
And the newsman sheds a tear
And says, "Add this to your list of fears"
We ain't broken yet
'Cept for trying just to fall in love
Ooh, no, we ain't broken yet
And we refuse to rest
Or to be swept under the rug
Ooh, we ain't broken yet
No, we ain't broken
Put on your brave disguise
Sabotage your dreams
But there is nothing more distracting
Than knowing nothing's the way it seems
Oh, 'cause Christ makes you a loser
In these killing years
We love our angry, loaded white men
Slapping backs and sending up three cheers
And the newsman knows his place
It's his entertainment poker face
Did you just see a man on the ground
With a microphone?
Ooh, my television is your open invite
Into my humble home
Ooh, oh, we ain't broken yet
No, we ain't broken
And don't you know
It would be easier to do what you're told?
And don't you know
It would be easier to do what you're told?
And don't you know
Stick with what you know
It'd be easier
Ah-ah, ah-na-na-na-na-na
So steal a kiss with me
It ain't illegal yet
To wrap yourself up in the comfort
Of your lover's willing caress
And oh, and we'll remain compliant
We'll get down on our knees
And pray amongst the milkweed
The monarchs, the grasses, the bees
Oh, 'cause nature gives a shrug
And laughs at all of those pathetic thugs
Who try to muscle it out
What's tender and ultimately born of love