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(13. It's a Miracle)

Miraculous you call it babe, you ain't seen nothing yet
They got Pepsi in the Andes, they got Mc Donald's in Tibet
Yosemite's been turned into a golf course for the Japs
And the Dead Sea is alive with rap

Between the Tigris and Euphrates there's a leisure center now
They got all kinds of sports, they got Bermuda shorts
They had sex in Pennsylvania, a Brazilian grew a tree
And a doctor in Manhattan saved a dying man for free

It's a miracle, it's a miracle
It's a miracle, another miracle
By the grace of God Almighty
And the pressures of the marketplace
The human race has civilized itself
It's a miracle

We got warehouses of butter, we got oceans of wine
We got famine when we need it, we got designer crime
We got Mercedes, we got Porsche, Ferrari and Rolls Royce
Yeah, we got choice

She said meet me in the garden of Gethsemane my dear
The Lord said, \"Peter I can see your house from here\"
An honest man finally reaped what he had sown
And a farmer in Ohio has just repaid a loan

It's a miracle, it's a miracle
It's a miracle, another miracle
By the grace of God Almighty
And the pressures of the marketplace
The human race has civilized itself
It's a miracle

We cower in our shelters
With our hands over our ears
Lloyd-Webber's awful stuff runs for years
And years and years and years and years

An earthquake hits the theater
But the operetta lingers
Then the piano lid comes down
Breaks his fucking fingers
It's a miracle

(14. Amused to Death)
Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me
This supermarket life is getting long
What is the heart life of a colour TV
What is the shelf life of a teenage queen
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
News hound sniffs the air
When Jessica Hahn goes down
He latches on to that symbol of detachment
Attracted by the peeling away of feeling
The celebrity of the abused shell the belle
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
And the children of Melrose
Strut their stuff
Is absolute zero cold enough
And out in the valley warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV screens
No thoughts to think
No tears to cry
All sucked dry
Down to the very last breath
Bartender what is wrong with me?
Why am I so out of breath?
The captain said excuse me ma'am
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
We watched the tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold
It was the greatest show on earth
But then it was over
We ohhed and aahed
We drove our racing cars
We ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows
Grouped around the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data on their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the explanation left
This species has amused itself to death
No tears to cry, no feelings left
This species has amused itself to death
(switch channels)

[Alf Razzell:] \"Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial to the missing at Aras. And I...when I saw his name I was absolutely transfixed; it was as though he...he was now a human being instead of some sort of nightmarish memory of how I had to leave him, all those years ago. And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've felt happier about it, because always before, whenever I thought of him, I said to myself, 'Was there something else that I could have done?'

(background: \"I'd rather die, I'd rather die...\")

And that always sort of worried me. And having seen him, and his name in the register - as you know in the memorials there's a little safe, there's a register in there with every name - and seeing his name and his name on the memorial; it sort of lightened my...heart, if you like.\"
[Woman:] \"When was it that you saw his name on the memorial?\"
[Alf Razzell:] \"Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be the year, ninete...eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four.\"


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