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Maternity Frathouse

from A Theory Of Anything by Jorm

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Soon we've sorted this out, all with the issues of the disillusioned girl. It's just that now she's in college and is spurred on by her fraternity to resign to the notion that she's to be fighting against not only her own feelings but everyone else's too.

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Now, you're quite upset by the emerging monthly red raves
And you, you shouldn't bite the hand that laid off your bewildered rose

Why so mad, why so intent on feeling scarred by a sour regard?
Those who listen, ain't it those keen on nail your soul to the crying wall?

No, we're not at war, we're not, and I don't plan to go out on one
Down those papers now, there's no such thing as contradictions

Why so mad, why so intense and feeling scarred by a sour regard?
Those who listen, ain't it those keen on nail your soul to the crying wall?

You can be revolting from your desk as long as you convince people that you're not

There, out in the street they all reside
Hailing to the bill, out of duty still and forgetting the wear
It's much too soon, it's only noon
And everybody call the rising of the walls
still forgetting the wear

Placards out of duty calling no names
What's in it for the dissident?
Let those out of luck apply to sweep the streets
when our march has set up another divide

Here, with shielding wands, soy-on-demand
The fuel is always there for streaming out to scare
the ones minding their own
Never so near as without wear
Screaming out the air that used to be their share
of means to be alive

Placards out of duty calling no names
What's in it for the dissident?
Let those out of luck apply to sweep the streets
when our march has set up another divide

Keeping with the times, keeping out of courtesy
Crying wolf at night
Trying to keep it real while out of touch for all the webs never really there

If there's war, then how come
each time I show my hands I'm shot down?
D'you even know my name?
Or am I just a frathouse number doomed to stand in your way?

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from A Theory Of Anything, released April 25, 1975
Fredrik Andersson

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