Paper Tiger (excerpt)

Just like a paper tiger
Torn apart by idle hands
Through the helter skelter morning
Fix yourself while you still can

No more ashes-to-ashes
No more cinders from the sky
Let all the laws of creation
Tell a dead man how to die

There's one road to the morning
There's one road to the truth
There's one road back to civilization
But there's no road back to you

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Beck.
Those last four lines kill me. A craft, truly.