Lyrics I'm Not in Here with You (You're in Here with Me) - The Bear Quartet
Seems
the
sickness
within
each
year
Has
got
what
it
takes
To
make
the
go-getters
volunteer
Applauding
their
own
cynical
skills
Let's
drop
the
bomb,
Their
future's
on
Let's
drop
the
bomb
Because
dusted
off
opinions
Are
way
around
Desperate
for
some
moral
ground
I
detest
everything
they've
blessed
I
abhor
everything
they
stand
for
A
few
degrees
of
rottenness
Is
what
separates
Their
lives
from
their
deaths
To
many
free
market
conquerors
And
inventors
of
government
bluffs
Are
looked
up
upon:
They
know
the
job
and
get
it
done
With
cheap
convenience
and
racing
airwaves
I
overslept
my
going
for
vengeance
Rightful
retaliation
I
would
like
to
enter
their
vicious
circle
With
the
adrenaline
rush
of
a
great
beserker
They
seek
profit,
they
think
global
But
see
poverty
as
a
personal
failure
and
shame
A
few
degrees
of
rottenness
Is
what
separates
Their
lives
from
their
deaths
So
call
me
killjoy
But
there's
a
certain
happiness
and
success
I'd
like
to
destroy
A
few
degrees
of
rottenness
Is
what
separates
Their
lives
from
their
deaths
Maybe
I'm
only
one
of
many
Who's
started
to
reconsider
murder
The
harder
it
gets
The
more
they
tend
to
look
like
Moving
targets
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