| The Goddess of Democracy arrived a little bit late
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| But she danced with flair across the square outside the palace gates
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| Her hair piled high into the sky on bruised and bloody toes
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| She bared her breast and cried aloud «Sometimes that’s how it goes»
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| The Goddess of Democracy
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| She really showed some nerve
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| Callin' out her old lover hypocrisy
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| With these immortal words
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| All we need are hearts to bleed
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| And a fresh new coat of paint
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| So let’s all drink to Socrates
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| And get wasted with the saints
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| Talk about freedom boys
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| Wouldn’t you love to have some now
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| When you gonna make the choice
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| The golden calf or the sacred cow?
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| The paranoia prophecies
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| Require we sedate
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| So I hid my dreams and my memories
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| Before it got too late
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| I won’t deny I like to cried
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| I guess it was her fate
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| The Goddess of Democracy burning at the stake
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| Talk about freedom boys
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| Wouldn’t you love to have some now
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| When you gonna make the choice
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| The golden calf or the sacred cow?
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| (Sacred cow)
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| The Goddess of Democracy was bound to take a fall
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| She almost landed on top of me
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| Crown of thorns and all
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| She blew a kiss then shook her fist
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| And danced into the flames
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| Saying «Follow me I’m Democracy
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| And I’ll be back again»
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| (I'll be back again)
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| (I'll be back, I’ll be back again)
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| (I'm Democracy) |