No No No
(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice)
From "Fireball", 1971
Really hate the running really hate the game
Looking at them all I wanna be unborn again
Their suit is getting tighter although they're getting thin
The flies are crawling on their face and trying to get in
People say that we're to blame I say
No no no it's just the game
Must we let them fool us no no no
Have we got our freedom no no no
Is it getting better no no no
Do we love each other no no no
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Must we wait forever no no no