Samples from Charlie Chaplin's speech in The Great Dictator

Paperback writers, you forget the time of day 
Tabloid writers, don't forget two can play at your game 
Song writers, you forget the chords you play fade away 
Government, dividers, you know what I'm going to say 
But I won't be clichéd 

Jupiter, Venus 
Where's my day? 
Horizons, fade away 

Anarchists, nihilists, your ideals scream insane 
We've lost the game 
Freedom fighters, don't forget the whole damn world plays your game 
Deadlines, reminders, today's grey, tomorrow's the same 
Family, friends, outsiders, you know what I'm going to say 
But I'll say it anyway 

Jupiter, Venus 
Where's my day? 
Horizons, fade away

Horizons

Her green plastic watering can 
For her fake Chinese rubber plant 
In a fake plastic earth 
That she bought from a rubber man 
In a town full of rubber plans 
To get rid of itself 

It wears her out (x4) 

She lives with a broken man 
A cracked polystyrene man 
Who just crumbles and burns 
He used to do surgery 
For girls in the 80's 
But gravity always wins 

It wears him out (x4) 

She looks like the real thing 
She tastes like the real thing 
My fake plastic love 
But I can't help this feeling 
I could blow through the ceiling 
But I just turn and run 

It wears me out (x4) 

If I could be who you wanted... 
If I could be who you wanted... 
All the time 
I would

Fake Plastic Trees (Radiohead Cover)

Almost deleted this, but it's not too bad.

Rob Walsh