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| Anomie Enemy Anomie Every empire must fall But what comes next Buried under the ashes A new life is born Enenmy Anomie |
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| Alice Standing on the side of the the road Of king and courthouse I am Stagnant and drifting At the same time How would you feel To be Alice In a wonderful Wasteland Standing on the outside Of a thousand islands I am Silence and noise At the same time How would you feel Toward the cat If you were The mouse There must be some way out of this There must be somewhere we can go One of these days Alice To the moon |
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| Chipped Paint As we allow them to dump on the land Private industry waste And fuel the gasoline war And gas the nuclear war on rates Complaints seize to a closed door Buy the system, by the system The corporation is superhuman Do they hold our hands behind our heads Do they hold our heads under the water Reapers reap as a pack They're marketing the children Young and old Their bloody jaws tear to shreds our flesh But in the virtue of this bloody state Now we all, now well Accept their bribes at election time Stick their bills back in our pockets Funding the lock of it Support lost lives, chipped paint and rot That even the blind could spot By sounds or interior visions of decay |
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| Marionette The marionette is sinking For the bodies to bodies Against the cannon to the workers For the bodies to bodies Doubled up in hunger Shatter the mask, expose the puppeteer Take down of the status quo operators They used to be pawns For the hearts to hearts For the mangled heaps of corpses |
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| Cold Hands In the right time, in the right place I could not stay, stay, stay there forever And evermore, and ever in flames In the night skies, in the night light I could not burn, burn, burn on forever And evermore, and ever in flames Wrapped cold hands around my chest Wrapped cold hands behind my back Wrapped cold hands around my throat Wrapped cold hand behind my neck |
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| Page Two Lyrics: Ringtone Superstitions in Victorian Mourning A Matter of Staying Human Esoteric Buckwheat |
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