Once a singer sang 'bout bullshit
Everyone could see him fall
And be sure it´s been his last hit
He´s never been seen at all
Some ditactor felt progressive
And lay down in the sun
But his people were aggressive
They killed him whit a gun
Sometimes you're wrong
By some things you have done
You see fate is too strong
Nothing's won
No use for a fight
If you're not acting right
You´ll be cut down to size
Like a lie
It's the rise and fall
The prize for all
That ain´t nice at all
Luck is like a ball
You can´t recall or care at all
So better use your brain!
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