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DIPLOMAT

lyrics: J. Morse © 1984

The show's begun. . .
They're killing everyone. . .

Look at you, you're just a spineless waste
You never took the time, your life too ruled by haste
Endless demands, invariable concessions
Losing your hands in rapid succession
Appeasing the powers that stand in your path
Retreating until there's no turning back
   But no matter how much you give them
   Still they stand in your way
   And now you've got nothing to say
Diplomat - the words are stuck on your lips
You're always on the move, but they're just suicidal trips
Handing things out for your protection
Policies shout, no escape from detection
You've only got so many cards you can play
Dealing them out - but there'll come a day
   When you've given up all that you can give them
   And now you are the one in their way
   Still nothing to say. . .

Using your friends as bargaining chips
Words spilling out - Freudian slips?
One falls, then another, you're the cause of it all
Domino theory, never see clearly, that you'll surely be the last one to fall

Now you've turned against all of those you called your friends
Do you think that the means have justified the ends?
On the homefront, the show's begun
They're killing everyone. . .