Song by Bad Religion<br /><br>
There's the image of a man <br>
Who commands a high opinion<br>
But he hides his hatred with a sheepish grin<br>
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And beside him flanking closely <br>
Are the boisterous hollow masses <br>
Who lap up whatever trickles in<br>
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This intercourse of nature, <br>
This vulgar social pastime<br>
Reflects the lowest mark of our progress <br>
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And the few who ride peripheral<br>
Maintain subtle advantage<br>
Fighting hard to abstain and redress<br>
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Do you know your place <br>
In the big charade? <br>
Are you more than they? <br>
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Leaders and followers<br>
Leaders and followers<br>
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Recognition by proximity<br>
And a brand new face<br>
Just a smidgen of success pie<br>
And a pinch of social grace<br>
You can play with the big boys<br>
Or you can tell them what to do<br>
But sooner or later there's another one like you<br>
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The voyeuristic public <br>
Of which we're all a part <br>
Maintains perspective on the human play<br>
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And while many have desires <br>
Of joining in the show<br>
Many turn and go the other way<br>
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Tell me do you know your place <br>
In the big parade? <br>
Are you fear and shame?<br>
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