We opened Pandora's box just to see if she was home
She had an apple pie a jaundiced eye and a big red telephone
She said, "Boys I know why you are here, you wanna take me for a ride
But before we go I think you ought to know that I'm awful hard to hide
I'm awful hard to hide"
"So how will you do in this town boys, how will you call him dead?
Will he die in his rack from a heart attack
Or from a bullet through his head?"
Then she whispered as we took her out, "He need not be afraid
'Cause deep inside the system hides the truth that you've betrayed
The truth that you've betrayed"
No where for us to run
Thirty silver pieces got the job done, got the job done
Poor Pandora's life it was not as it had been portrayed
A government, an accident and now the bed is made
And we tried to put her back you know but we were defeated by our greed
Tried again while shadow men did their dirty little deed
They did their dirty little deed, oh yeah
Artist: Modern Life Is War
Artist: Harold Budd
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