| It’s all dementia thirteen tonight
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| The will’s no good 'cause we’re still alive
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| Pushing and shoving like there’s gonna be a fight
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| Going through the motions without the drive
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| The girls are purple polka-dotted tarts
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| Playing the game with interchangeable parts
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| Looking like vamps dressed for the kill
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| Sharpen their teeth up just for the thrills
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| Tonight, we sing a peasant song tonight
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| Tonight, we sing a peasant song all right
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| Yeah I see my dolly she’s only five foot two
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| You know she’d use her stockings to strangle you
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| Ripping up the town she’s a trashy bag lady
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| She can play it cool — yeah! |
| She can play it shady
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| Leaving a trail of death behind
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| She never returns to the scene of the crime
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| The vamps say they’re gonna do the peasants wrong
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| The widows in the field of the peasant song
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| We scream for revolution but noting will change —
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| We’re left unfulfilled wasitng for the reign —
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| In the field we’ve plowed for generations passed —
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| We are the revoultion, we are the mass
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| In a hopeless situation of world’s insanity —
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| The millions dead because of man’s vanity —
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| Just look into our eyes you’ll see our raging fire —
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| Can only be quenched by our freedom’s desire!
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| It’s all dementia thirteen tonight
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| The will’s no good 'cause we’re still alive
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| Pushing and shoving like there’s gonna be a fight
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| Going through the motions without the drive
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| The girls are purple polka-dotted tarts
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| Playing the game with interchangeable parts
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| Looking like vamps dressed for the kill
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| Sharpen their claws for the kill |